I know about the other room.
Daisy-cutter kissing wolf spider sliding
eggs into a cast iron pan.
Except for you, and you.
Good morning, sunshine.
Touch the white of his back, the coldest
parade.
I know halogen blue nipples,
calumet isn’t a city,
the wind doesn’t chime.
3 comments:
Yay for my hometown.
This is a real step outside your norm. I like what you're doing.
Thanks, Talia. I'm reading some very good stuff right now (Stanford) and I bought half an Oxford dictionary ($1) circa 1939 from a pole barn sale over the weekend. They're both inspiring me.
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