Sunday, May 31, 2009

Hurt his feelings and an hour later, a perfect pearl rests beneath his kitten-pink tongue.
Hurt his feelings and his eyes go from Blu-Razzberry Frostee to a smears of pulped violet plum on hail.
When he throws his wet hair back after a night swim stars get struck and stick.


Blogger silvergirl said...

J, if you put out a book of poetry i would buy every last copy. for serious.

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