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
spicy.
You can't see much in chili peppers
besides heat,
and what is red
besides
the color of you.
Plain American Language
I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...
and placed it inside/my philosophy...
Monday, May 5, 2008
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