I am jealous of what you think:
all your monsters seem terribly attractive,
something to devour me right –
I mean, correctly.
you’re untouchable and yet
I know
that I’ve striped you
like being disembowelled with a Katana;
one white stripe, or a purple one
for you to look at
because I love you.
Untitled Poem #139 and 1/2
Posted: December 24, 1992 in PoetryTags: Love, Monster, Purple, Untitled, White
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