I love my monsters,
my underbed smoking hobos
with their screwy eyes
and chilled tongues, the burble
of their mangled appreciation
for my tension, their green and yellow
foods! their angry love of childhood
never over! their dancing, separated
fingers coming up the sheets
to poke at my hip and remind me
I’ve always danced my best
when I’m most terrified
of what happens when I
stop!
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Dark Matter 
June 26th, 2009 at 7:15 am
Of course! And thank you!
June 25th, 2009 at 3:54 pm
can I link to this or put it in my LJ? I really like it.