mix me an Ovaltine
������beautifully, with a blue
brutality that makes one shoe unsure

of chalk lines, monitoring

��������������hopscotch

mix me a chaser
�����independent of ice
leave me to my own de�
��������������vices

you are in the corner
�������fingerpicking a guitar

as I lie down in the advancing
dark������necklace growing heavy

until bead-by-bead its weight
is dropped


����������������������her river, his veins
fingertips erect, she catches his hands

on the sofa , they make their plans
�����sofa her sheen her weep
sofa he hears her auditorium sighs

����sofa she rests
������������kisses sleep

���sleeps deep

�������������������between his thighs

sofa deep she lies, candle wax
�����her dress spanned, sofa deep


���������������������they lie


� 2004 by PJ Nights

2nd place PBL, May '04