August 2009
2 posts
the infidel
i awoke to find myself. but if not for ownership papers i might not have guessed my own face for I had traveled so far past my starting mark i scarcely recognized the thing the whole of me…the ragged remnant… clinging to the selvage but… there it was. that tiny scar that token of my tender years my lover and my nemesis who spoke to me and stoked my heart and said… i know it’s you of...
