Look over your shoulder for the hustle of words.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

The Glass Snail

The Glass Snail

Strappado face
you can haul me up with the hiss
from between your teeth
outing the remembrance of each line we traced
with nervous fingertips and shall never forget

I hold you secret like a snail
your black shell uncrushable and hazardous as glass
warning me -you'd break, embed and spread,
slow, slow, slithering intravenously again
into my very cells.

I won't cry out, I won't.

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