Monday, August 17, 2009

Kill Pity


Kill Pity

I salt my toast with butter.
My shower head gleams like a chrome gun.
Waking up is a journey out of one dream
and into another. The longing. The need
like boiling water in my hand. The fire to come,
skin quivering, waiting for the plunge.


Scott Malby

Posted over on Alba

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