I see you at a cocktail party,
seventeen, with the man
who split the atom.
He is helpless
and smiling.
You are wrapped in a serpent,
as he pretends to be Death
destroyer of worlds
while you laugh,
sipping a Manhattan,
twisting your hair.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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