Monday, November 20, 2006

Accepting thirty?

The hunt begins
you lie there
still
cold
and covered in steel
hiding beneath your flaxen sisters
I bend
stretch
and contort to find you
my hands fail me
once
twice
until I have you
and face the question my ancestors faced
to pluck
or not to pluck

6 comments:

Numbah 2 said...

I say pluck. (At least until they overtake the herd.)

Lis said...

i like that, who is it by?

number4of5 said...

numbah 2...I think you might be right my sista

lis...for reals?? I did silly.

Anonymous said...

I say - go find a nice lady to clean that mess up..... what a difference it makes!!

lites said...

when I get one, I'll let you know.

number4of5 said...

Kris...I know our wires got crossed, but you are totally right.

lites...don't make me hate you.