2/6/2009

 

her

 

I thought about baths and how I could never fit in the tub
And if I would raise my leg and try to shave it like she shaved her leg
So gently
And how my hair would clog up the drain and the water would slowly rise and drown me
I could never stand dying with all that hair on my teeth like the awkwardness of pulling another personís soap bar from the holster.
pubis
I butter-flied my shoulders, and thought somewhere they would turn into wings

These things that I took pictures of the streets below, I donít need to take pictures any more with her on my side.

I ride.