I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger and placed it inside/my philosophy...
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I'm not an experienced hiker (Poem 17)
I don't have sandals so I wear sneaks. After all the blistering skin'll firm back and my foot'll be a pencil to the touch. Warmth is godly. In the shower, it's as if clods of dirt just come rolling out my hair.