So I'm posting nothing but poetry. Fucking sue me.

And if you haven't checked out High Thin Wire yet, please do. Because it's all I'm writing recently. No, I'm not submitting, no, I'm not getting anything published.

Except for hockey porn. Every damn piece of hockey smut I've written to date has been picked up. So hah. Nee-ner-na-boo-boo.

More Rebecca (the one I'm not married to) poetry.

Sevenling: Dare


The three blessed ways to eat a peach:
sliced into a week of counterfeit dawns,
jabbed with tines, or whole in the hand.

I have spent my wages on each
until worker ants picked clean the fork,
the fissured pit, and my chin.

He asks how my day has been.


6.10.03


R. Patrascu

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- posted by Kate @ 10:04 AM