
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Foraging
June 29, 2005 12:19 AM
Currently going through the next journal.
1997
"Roommate"
How I wish
your undulating words
would come and live
with me.
I would build an addition,
hang new drapes,
sweep out the dust bunnies.
The mongrels of hate
that beg for scraps
would be put out
with the felines of deceit
to forage for new sources
of nutrition,
to enter the wilderness
built by their own hands,
and there
find a place of solitude
to curl up
and die in
...if your words would come
and live with me.
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