Thursday, July 12, 2007
Short Visit
Feverish,
but without a shiver
or a gnash, I stop by
your little houses –online
Uninvited,
I let myself in
eyes enlarged, I slinkquietly, like a cat
searching for leftovers-
there are none
and without anguish
or fear,
I let myself out.
Hungry still.
RUSS
Posted by inktrip at 12:04 PM