Tuesday, December 21, 2010

For the levels in between degrees

All the heart symbols on my legs
they prove to you
just how golden our furniture will be
in a land beyond climate and degrees.
Degrees of shivering, degrees of anger.

"But what about catching metal nails in glass jars?"
You should stop doing that in my face.
Immediately too, perhaps.
If not perhaps, then surely.
My glitter is black, and green when it needs to be.
Watch it shimmer inevitably.

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