Seventeen Pages

by Benjamin Dean   Jul 10, 2008


He felt it cross her mind
like a train across a pair of genitals
everything world turns the color of skin
and then the christenings begin
somewhere down the tracks a beetle crosses over
like seventeen pages to the book of sound

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