10.12.2009 Crooning, A crippled cat carried cards in her back pocket. She whimpers and softly, she fades. The damp light is attractive; she turns on. Her mouthy purr lingers like humidity under your clothes; he turns on. Headlights silhouette on a Siamese twin In his ear she lingers, “I'm so lonely” his skin crawls at her.
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