And what if there is no field?
In your heart of hearts
absence?
No more throwing deer off cliffs.
I thank my father & mother
for my two big toes
and thumbs that keep me stable.
Move out of the house,
swerving.
Plain American Language
I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...
and placed it inside/my philosophy...
Saturday, March 15, 2008
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