This collection of poetry deals with people in relationship to each other, to our environment, and to our own minds. It's an exploration of our interactions.

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Monday, May 14, 2012

Killing Me

The lamb's leg spiked, fingers pressed garlic into the wounds.
And then rosemary for fragrance.
Sawing.
Cheap kitchen knife with a red handle.
Reheated watery blood pools and pours
Right off the board.
My kitchen smells like a butcher's. 
You say how good dinner smells.

You always did like the taste of my blood.