Wednesday, March 29, 2006


i scratched my eyelids open
the sun pounding in through the window
like melting night
on the doorsteps of a mausoleum.

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denielle said...

the mutual dream-inquistitions. oh the bad breath reality routine. even so, there's affection in a breakfast for two that makes this very lovely. and by that i mean, a love poem that doesn't use the words 'love' or 'heart' or any of the usuals - and yet it's all about the usuals. oh i just love it all up!

katy said...

am glad you like it, denielle, you were obviously an influence on this poem... as in, though i wasn't really thinking about it, your poem about no pancakes on the first date was obviously on my mind at the time of composing this piece.

arch.memory said...

Katy, it is for poems like these that I wish your blog had an "Add to Favorites" button! LOVE it!