line index August 13, 2011 Claudia Dawson these days I find blood in strange places claws gouging the earth we count the days by the stars that pass; we forget what we can renegades, cannibals, murderers you are always falling into rivers inside then sinking no, sunk you used to speak in polygons but deadlier, darker if you were dead right now, my life would be much better what I want is a nostalgia like acid burning holes in me you’ll see how stubborn I can be. You’ll see mania. we will both be eaten by the same god and the slimmest moon will not spit its shadow