My subsitute heart, quick
remedy for loneliness, I'll fill
your plastic womb with song
and water, remove my socks
and sneak back to bed, into
a nation freed from a world
ravaged by winter.
*I finished a poem from two years ago.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Song for Hot Water Bottle
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