we are the homeless. and so are you.

confessions of a dinner whore

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

how dangerous is an open heart?

and the rattlesnake said,
"i wish i had hands so
i could hug you like a man."
and then the cactus said,
"don't you understand,
my skin is covered with sharp spikes
that'll stab you like a thousand knives.
a hug would be nice,
but hug my flower with your eyes."


antsy pants, 'tree hugger'

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