Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Running Errands

I strongly dislike
people who tell me not to use
the word "hate".

I love tinted glass bottles
undetermined liquids
sodas from the orient
from the middle east
meat hanging
hand-tied twine
smells of freshly sliced peppers
the flying droplets off chopped lettuce
landing on warm cheeks
The smell of fresh bread
in the back of my nose.
a family jokes behind the counter
working together
supporting a business
loving.

How can a memory kill you?
By becoming a splinter
A shard of rotten wood
slowly pressing through
flesh, bone and soul.
You can't outrun a demon
that lies within you.

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