Thursday, May 5, 2011

I Come To You Buying Gifts

A pack of gum
that shall remain a rectangle.
that will never burn.
A tire pressure gauge
that will never feel the breath of rubber.
One more book of poetry
than I have money for.

I offer up these sacrifices
so that, if you wish it,
you will caress my face
with ten divine digits.

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