January 12, 2006

• A saguaro cactus, you,
  Needles like nails in your arms,
  You embraced me at midnight.
  I pull needles
  Out of my sweaters
  And skin
  Again and again
  And do not know
  Why they were invisible,
  Until I was shot through,
  Boiling with pain,
  Though I do recall
  My heart's soft eyes
  And their complicity.

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