SKIM: JUN 01 1488
Jehangir Saleh
I manage my weeks
by the expiration dates
on milk cartons.
Living cautiously.
Weaving in and out of life,
Bleeding between the stitches.
I've waddled away --
Left the hope-filled fountains
of youth.
During my foolish years
I was the victim of a
Homogenized milk bag bombing.
Ever since,
I've been a homophobic.
Each night,
I nuzzle my knotted
Patchwork of reality
and dream of reviving dying
dandylions.
