Aug 22, 2013
RUSTY NAILS AND RAT POISON
miri come murmur in my american ear; israel is a muddle of men & you are a woman winnowing out the scraps, collapsing in chocolate shops—i saw this—i know you—i picked you up by your cheek we rode buses naked & ready touch us, explode us.
when it happens, they’ll know us by our parts alone, so sit next to me let’s mix all the bits & pizza. if you were ever an object, now you’re many. if you were ever too soft, now you’re a soggy slice of ground.
-Nat Sufrin