May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three
Amanda Oaks
30 dollars worth of groceries, heavy, like my baggage.

my arms elongate
to the thought of us

these bags
plump with things
uneager to stick to my bones
colliding with my legs
will leave contusions
that I
tomorrow
will be wishing were from
the first time
I get you
into bed
RETURN to May 2005