segunda-feira, março 09, 2015

Must I move to get away from killing you
And carry to Sutton Place in the back of my mind
                           back to San Francisco ants
To get away from you?
I know —
         I’ll starve a hungry cat
         And name it Darwin
         If I crawled into your crack in the wall
         Four clumsy appendages, too dumb to talk
         What would you & your dynasty do?
         Tickle me to death under your indifferent feet
         Teach me to be a makeshift cockroach
         Live off my flesh & use the bones for cockroach walls
I’m coming in

- Elise Cowen

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