Wednesday, December 12, 2012


When I am called


we are running 
across los angeles
as fast as we can

hiding under doors
you sing a song you
learned as a child

the song of the aphid
a beetle crawls
into your ear

now we are on a lake
in orange county 
drinking milk

the water is covered with flowers
they are as red as the sun
you can see for more than a mile

your eyes glow in the grey
like the LAPD
your teeth are made of fire



2 comments:

theflowersays said...

contrary - i am visualizing dragongirl's breath warming the milk in one hand with honey toast in the other...the lid is off..the aphid's free. peeking under the fog the lake is endless and shiny..enjoy your day :)

Stefani Candace said...

i love this.

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