Monday, January 11, 2010

Mon Jane B.


swimming with shark
dragging dead dear up
a hill licking off wounds
cracking skulls open on
sidewalk near my house
your car âge entre trente
et trente-un or unknown
unimaginable and chestnut
brown high school days
dull (as window pane with mist)
disparue ce matin a cinq heures
moins vingt you sleep on
the wheel (fast car and slender toy)
and I chez mes parents