Waking up

August 13, 2009 § Leave a comment

You’re talking in my face,
Tear-spittle on the back of our hands,

the noise,
the noise,
the noise,
from the black hole
that’s supposed to be your mouth.

And suddenly,
I’m not sure I know your name.

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