by Paul Marino
bleeds the bad water
in anticipation of bloomington.
did the dog walking favor.
i might have more mosquito bites than you.
three or four, joy
but everything felt so right.
the "how and why you are nice"
the water in your speedboat
and an atypical focus
when leaning against something or seated.
such sensitivity to day-to-day life
inside these small, unguided rockets
that you can hear the engine buzzing, slowing.
might we explode?
je voudrais aller jouer au parc avec toi.
Posted on 05/14/2013
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