There isn't enough space in this city.

[Turtle]

Hey news-
The ending was worth the price of admission for me:

...I wanted to lurk

into her skin. Up her
smile. Alone in her thoughts.


The entire poem moves toward this ending, and I must say that I really, really like when a poem does that... sneaks up on you. Or in this case, sneaks into her...

The lusting is very well conveyed with the line breaks. cool beans. ballsballsballsindeed

... Mark

I agree with Mark about the balls, as well as the poem. It caught my attention and filled my mind's eye with imagery from the very beginning... the poem. And I didn't even notice your signature until Mark drew my attention to it. Thanks for sharing newsclippings!

In a large town I found
a girl who couldn't learn
the days of the week. She
would not bother to keep
a journal, or a straight thought.

In the summer her feet --- This part caught me off guard a bit, and had a fast-forward effect to me. My imagination had a woman hopping to the mailbox in the late morning sun while the narrator/I watched from the porch.
would burn picking up mail,
hopping through steps with
her back turned to me. Up
my shoes she'd climb--into

and up my shoes, I flicked --- Again I was caught off guard here. Interesting imagery here.
her lips, folding neatly over
my inflamed beak, I think.

In a large town I found --- This definitely brought it around for me, and the last three lines completed a very thought provoking piece.
a girl whose dance was a
practiced seizure. Through glass
I saw her jerk, and through
wall I wanted to lurk

into her skin. Up her
smile. Alone in her thoughts.