Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Cold -- lots of work...very the first stanza needed, even?

If I let the cold of the beer run into my fingers
without clenching
without retreating just a bit
will the outside get a little warmer as I walk out the door
or will the tips of my toes freeze
as per usual?

A cold toe means a cold body, afterall
(the only thing we are born with
that needs constant covering)
-- a house without heat, walking, patas peladas
and by the way, Influenza,
my last lover who rolled with me in bed
so many nights
and left like the woolly morning,
aren't you and I brought together
by our naked toes meeting
on the cold, dusted floor?

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