2006-10-18
If it doesn't work out you'll always have a vagina here to take refuge in.I think christ experienced physical love.
I think he fucked death.
Death bent over the workbench.
Christ talking dirty.
Take me you bitch.
He knew where he was going.
Death clutching her scythe.
With closed eyes he
Vanquished her.
The triumph of life over death.
Love, in the greatest of physicality.
Even the pope likes a bumpy car ride.
Is a gravel road and bad shocks a sin?
Still watching for the one who flies. near the end of the world. With humble hunger. Quiet pangs of the heart. The one with tame fury. Edging on other borders. Crossing other boundaries.
I've never been to corrientes. It sounds pleasant.
Still watching for the one who is watching for the queen of polluting territories. Who will try to swallow you only to give birth to you again and again. Like, reading a poem that at the time makes you cry and the next morning means nothing. But we save it in hidden places just to search for it again.
(edit: I was just informed, in mexican culture death is female.)
Katrina at 9:25 PM