If you bit me and found
That my blood tasted sweet
Would you drink me all up
To the very last drop?
If you bit me once more
And my blood tasted bitter
Would my vinegar cell count
Compel you to stop?
If I asked you to kill me
By drinking me dry
And I tasted like sugar
And sweet cherry pie
Would you even think twice
Before watching me die?
NS 10.31.2009
last night i dreamed
of a basement room
a cave of sorts
with a center abyss
and rows of chairs
surrounding it
hundreds of chairs
like movie theater seating
and the people come in
and they walk in thin lines
on thin ledges
to reach their seats
so they can sit for a spell
and sleep
i held a kitten to my chest
and watched it
grow in my arms
dreading the day
when we would lose
our strength
and balance
and fall
NS 10.31.2009
