Saturday, October 5, 2013


Boy shivering dogweed alone in
your office in your dim nut house with
the curtains all chewed on and your
cat in the freezer under the chicken beside
the ice packs beside the boy who
watches the food constantly who
might be your son you
have a car but have forgotten how to
drive it sometime this year after taking to reading
so much on the floor face up at the ceiling
seeing not-these skies but
others with foreign stars but half familiar
clouds because you've had that water before Michael
Emilie Joanna Dylan water and almonds and
crisp apples to taste and reflect upon while rusting a
day at a time and anyone who tells you aging is graceful is
a liar and a crook and sometimes

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