for T.L.C.
i.
don’t want anything from you
want to swallow you whole
hold you, take you apart,
put you together bit by bit
want to toy with you
toy of you, of us two
ii.
am I asking too much
expecting too much
dish, that, this
must not drop it
whatever’s in it
want to take you apart
sliced peaches
only inside me
you’ll be whole still
whole beets dug up
out of my garden
dirt upon them still
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
7:29 a.m. 26.01.08
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