Plain American Language

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

Monday, May 5, 2008

Love Poem

I promised your socks I'd return
them. Was it
your lips that fascinated me,
or your hair
so black it curled into itself
lovely on the inside.

I hold hands with others
who don't
wear gloves; eat soup
You can't see much in chili peppers
besides heat,
and what is red


the color of you.

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