I wish I had great big arms, he said,
Idly throwing a yup-that's-big-enough
Limb over the back of the couch,
Pretending he's not trying to put his arm around me.
Why? I ask, trying to sort this non sequitur
From previous streams of semi-consciousness.
So I could hug the whole world, he said.
I have sudden visions of great big arms
Choking the life out of a young innocent neck
While the face says, I'm hugging the world.

05/25/2003

Posted on 05/26/2003
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