Shelf Life

Ideas
Are cold.
They do not
Breathe fire
The way
Undulating skin
does.

But

Ideas
And memories
Last.

Prophecies

http://www.mcgilldaily.com/2014/03/inkwell-16/

Eden

I wish you were a boy.
I wish you were a girl.

...

We played
Human jigsaw
last night, on
a mattress of your Original Guilt, and
my confused affection,

and in the morning it was decided
that we must repent forever
for the temptations of
The people we were
Last night.

...

And now, you
and your green God impose
Exile.
But
You have your guilt to sustain you;
What have I?

...

Hello coldness my old friend.