The Maw Of My Heart
You told me to go,
saying that a visitor
staying overlong
stinks like old fish. I
feel out of sorts and monstrous
now that it's revealed
how little I thought
of you and yours in the maw
of my own heart's need.
September 19, 2010 12:55 PM
The Storm
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.