31 October 2005
p0sthuman: the evening before p.136
short sonnet
but the bears bit Goldilocks
mauled her with their mitts
savaged her without passion
objectively
I kissed her goodbye in the viewing room
then rolled her head from side to side
to see how loose it was
surprising, the zero resistance of death
the button from her nightdress
was pressed into the asphalt by her fall
rain and traffic did not remove it
only my fingers
this butter, I did not want to swallow it
none of us did