Plain American Language

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

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

In Which I Compare Love To

Will you be my alerce tree and caulk the ship--blankets line the floors
and I am not a dog lying on the ground any more, I will not be a flower.

Any longer and our smiles will refuse to point, like a desert cactus with it a somnolescent k.

1 comment:

Corinne said...

Um hi! I really liked this one maybe you can read my blog its called life of a 13 year old and tell your friends about it. I have no readers :(