Saturday, June 12, 2010

Open the fridge and put
My heart on a plate.
I'm just as you left
me, and I taste even better
Pale fury, why did you leave me?
You're prickly
in the morning. So
This isn't a cooking show.
This isn't chemistry or geography.
It's physics. Pure physics,
I'm falling fast and faster still.
So fall with me. Fall down with me.
And stay.

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