Oh please love me now,
you pushing past the native
walls of woven thorn
we use to keep out
the big cats, the hyenas,
while I walk my post
in full paint, with stone
tools I chipped myself, long time
past this swollen day.
July 7, 2011 7:10 PM
Contraction
3 days ago
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.