Summer 2009 - THE POTOMAC



Two Poems
   Ryn Gargulinski

Crumble
To Scott

I crumble
beneath your kisses melt like
hot wax beneath your touch you
bring bliss beauty love to my
world, dear, infuse
life in mundane
things like
breathing.


The Unemployment Poem

I aged
100 years in
one month had more
pain than a toothache or
tattoo was more quickly
and violently brought to
my knees than when Im
dragged down a ditch by
my dogs.

  
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