the difference between the way
the red juice of frozen thawed mushy raspberries
and the red sticky mess of monthly blood
looks on my fingers
is minimal

eskimo joe
don't you know
you'll only break my heart one day

all these things that I've done

one down, four (or five) to go.

i'm exhausted, and the heat makes me want to lie down where i stand and sleep for a millenium.  close my eyes and dream of ice and cold and show while my body burns and sweats and sleeps.