Saturday, April 11, 2009


a monstrous burrowing
into a child's head

the black-red blackguard
legs working behind
its tight mouth

relinquishing not its giant
prey, the tick resigns

itself to death
by eyebrow tweezer

she pops the blooded
beast whose head is still
now, inside her child's

who knew hate could latch
onto so small a life? she did

she knew she could
hate, even, she knew
she could something just

in its struggled living

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