1. Digging up dead habits
as I buried
one of my dead selves
sweating,
he came to me and said
“of all who come to bury, you alone I like.”
My joy unbound
I asked him why
“the reason” said he
“some come weeping
some go weeping
you alone I’ve never seen cry.”
2.
Walking down the hall
This evening,
I saw a girl sitting
On the tiled steps
At the entrance
Sitting between two men,
Pale, she looked on one side,
On the other, she was blushing.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
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