Wednesday, June 16, 2004

today she wrote
a poem

her hair fell straight down
like an arrow
wispy scented feelers
that tickled

today he laughed
and put his elbow in a puddle

his blood rushed on and on
mouth smiled, fingernails grew an atom

today they
practiced being happy. nodding
like bamboo leaves
in the wind

her wrists are so thin and
his veins are so full

they could be

so destructive, together

them be, them become

and sudden streams flow

Mina at 9:49 PM