Fragility
Oh, I sting my tongue cold with thrills: the velocity of my bones, the slick panoply of Carl Cox, a bitter turn in a pierced truth. I’ve always landed in my skin.
TrackBack
TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.xanaxpop.org/postmodern-poetry/fragility/trackback/
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.