Wednesday, February 4, 2009

at skunk river

Because the stakes are so high,
this instant
is difficult.

Because my mouth.

It waits upon its own breath.
Across the sinew where night hides.

Whenever trespass begins.

Because the saying itself,
the saying.

At stake is at stake.

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