Wednesday, December 01, 2004

 

Wet

Sodden
Trodden
I await the binary
To bring a reply
Patience running thin
Dysphoria setting in
I spread myself on too thick
I think...
I wear the idea
Of you
Like galoshes
Stomping
Wherever I please...
Water makes its way
In
Drenching my skin
This constant reminder
Soaks me through and through
Absconding from these notions
I trudge on
Grudge-ridden
The wind blows through my hair
Reminding me of my gender
Bent
Spent
Taking
One sip at a time
Uttering my own name
Saturated
Wet like a wet sock
Cold
At home
In this grey monochrome...



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