Friday, July 9, 2010

There is a strange smell following me
Tearing down roofs
and leaving general destruction in its wake
swallowing feral pigs and cat-faced dogs whole.
Just when I was about to tell you
everything–
even about the dampness that has seeped into
our thoughts–
you left with the smell.
Now I am only alone with the damp.
Odorless and enduring.

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