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March21

From my fingers
From my eyes
From my heart
Between my legs

All the drips converge. They mean the same thing. Fusion of my fluidity.

I am water. I am blood.

I realize that everything I’ve tried to put into compartments actually belongs together.

The reasons for this, the explanations for that.

The noise… of course it won’t stop. It’s the perpetual garbage truck.

And it’s the drips.

I fucking ache at times.

I fucking leak.

posted under Id, Poetry

5 Comments to

On March 22nd, 2006 at 3:52 am Face Like a Thunder Cloud Says:
if i had a plug id pass it to you through my computer screen
this is one of my favourite posts by you…the way u pour your heart out in words is what makes your blog so addictive.
On March 22nd, 2006 at 10:23 am Veronica Says:
“I fucking leak”

God, you’re good.

I loved this post.
On March 22nd, 2006 at 11:21 pm swan_pr Says:
face: I think the same of yours thank you.

veronica: thank you, thank you also for being out there.
On March 22nd, 2006 at 11:30 pm JELIEL³ Says:
Swan and her winter of discontent.

Yer a poet
and didn’t know it

Seriously good wording.
On March 25th, 2006 at 12:00 am swan_pr Says:
jeliel: it’s as good as it gets, with occasional thaws. I really like that phrase, will probably steal it for a future post, with due credit of course!
thank you