[fragment]
When she touched me
I couldn't stand it,
as if missing layers of skin,
where had I put them,
I love you
she said, she kissed me, I said,
Ow.
Outside the mist lay over the city,
the mist always lay over the city,
Charles, she said
where are you going
In the park I saw a girl stand up
and her bottom held the imprint
of her seat,
In certain ways
even a picnic table
can want you,
Charles,
in certain ways
you are the only thing I know.
Monday, July 25, 2005
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