Friday, October 23, 2009

127 : Kate Grimes

Who Are You, Sky and Ocean, To Give Me Warnings?

I can crush more, with my soft pink foot, than all those fat Cretaceous fucks combined.

Thirsty as Charybdis, more panicked than Beaver, relentless like Termite,
I'll devour you- believe it- and not rest until I chew all the way through

And drown in my salted All.