Smile me lockjaw
chin tilted toward the sky
Reach deep
feel way back in your catalog
for that often imitated but never
topped ability of humans.
"care"
She sits in cloth
chained to the heater
and begins to starve and rot what
a waste.
Mine die in closets,
much closer to the heart than the basement.

06/29/2009

Posted on 06/30/2009
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