Nanette Rayman
V3:E7 July, 2001


So many seek love.
I only want to crouch in a silent room.
To feel the buck of your heart
or not exist at all.  Hands to help me sleep.
a firefly neighing at the sky's cold torso,
waiting for flavor.
A wish pendulating in the dark that
make me younger than birds.

my belly, call me flesh, pop open my chest like a flower,
arch me back
and climb
till we topple back in the fires
of skulls that come to smile.  The moan of the pebble moon.
Bones of flowers you never caught.

Location: New York, New York
Occupation: Actress
Publications: Three Candles, Small Spiral Notebook, The Concrete Wolf, Octavo, The Berkeley Fiction Review, NetAuthor's E2k, Words on a Wire, Snow Monkey, The American Muse, The Worcester Review, etc.

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