Wednesday, July 14, 2010

You have eaten too much
coconut cake
and samosas.
You have become
too fat for me to carry.
So I set you down here
on this wet, mossy rock.
While it stems from my own
weakness,
I will call you a gift.
An offering.
Well endowed
and bleeding freely.
Goodnight
and good luck.

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