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Death of love I knew it would pass through me like wildness like pressure like a punch to the heart I never counted on love as ritual, exhaustion, the snorting breath testaments of frenzy— saw love as more, hagiographic in bedsocks not bruises creeping skin we carried families like sores I sought solitude from disease you begged innocence borrowed the cutting board stole my meaning the kitchen was the first part of dying it hummed the diagnosis eggs splintered curtains hands devoured the clock microwave ruptured skin hairs dropped black veils I soured we stretched marriage into humiliation piled insults like ghosts twisted words into chemicals that decomposed in froth we were vessels, toxic and yellowing Helen Hagemann © Copyright 2001 > >PHYSICAL INSIGHTS > >The next stimulus is: "Poetry and violence" > >Max 300 words. > >Best to everyone >Chris _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com.