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:
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 :)
i love this.
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