Wednesday, April 11, 2007

The pearls: lovers.
We wore them selfishly around our necks.
She held the needle tenderly.
The yarn, like tendons. Story like new skin,
ravelling in our mouths.
I swallowed the words. They were hard,
knotted. I choked a little,
which was fitting. Starving for
sheep flesh on cooking on the stove top.


MadisonGlass said...

huh. they're totally different all of them aren't they.

amber said...

yes. yes they are. i kind of like that about it.