Sam Kaufman | uhwuhna at gmail dot com | also at cogito zero sum

Monday, February 26, 2007

he/she

1.
he says I cannot find my psychic twin
to love because similar
smoke obscured the top of the tower
sings all the stops & shivers
& again we talk about weather

2.
bed in the mornings, evenings the couch
we make each other cry wolf
her crotch is the sun
gone fission

I'm neuromantic as the news

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