Thursday, October 22, 2009

hunger

“hunger”


rotting gold stalks of wheat collapsed

inward on


themselves. black raspberry kissed fingers


slowly traced the outline of scars along their

soft skin. cracked


toes followed the sanguine scent all

the way home and they held hands, laughing.


it made the blind hound walk the dust roads,

howling.

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