Wednesday, September 9, 2009

the blond

wincing, she weeps tears
of milk beneath my filed nails
as they dig deeper

between her tight, shiny,
tender kernels. i'm ripping
out her yellow hair,

tearing her limb from
limb. when i'm through, i place her
in a crowded bowl.

she lies naked with
her friends, waiting for a bath--
hot, cleansing, salted.