Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Poem #44 of 365

10 illicit confessions: in sets of 5

yeah, i ran the red lights - y que?
james, clarke wasn’t the only one.
that house on trail lake drive, that’s where it happened.
it was the one and only time i shoplifted.
i don’t like everybody all the time.

not even baptist church buses are virginal.
my carcass: your dumpster.
i know what you fear, and i’m saving it for later.
it was so palpable, my tongue lapping at your neck.
it was falling, i had no choice but to leave it.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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