I coughed up some jelly
spit in the trash
and everything
washes out
like an overflowed dishwasher
we bubble and slide
through checkpoints
turnstiles
border crossings
my crossing guard
hobbles beside me
wearing a dreamy yellow smile
in my dream
of dripping paint
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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