For *those that have just lost their keys *those that are well-versed *inebriated ones *wanderers *mermaids *those that belong elsewhere *whippersnappers *marvelous ones *those that are not included in this classification *those that flutter because the moment is fleeting *boundless ones *those colored with slippery fingerpaint *others *those that resemble someone I know from a distance

Sunday, September 18, 2005

I am going to stay in bed all day and write bad poetry.

I never rest, cheekbones tight
a thousand forgettings

my waist a river stone
dreaming of return
recalling the purr under the surface
patiently caressed over ever and over
ceaselessly, in the water soaked light


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