Among the Freuds
The seep of blood, or garbage,
Are you ready to be read?
You open your answering legs
You dream that you have let
you feel its salt lick on the back wall
or other pocket – one of those loose shapes
Soon you will forget its solitary sob,
It's all the same now
|© Copyright 2008 Diana Bridge & Trout.
|This issue of Trout is sponsored in part by UNESCO.