She's rubbing his shoulder and he's reading about Western birds. There's a scoop of light just above my knee it resembles the world, the one I know a layer of smoke spread thin, a shelf my mind returns again & again to the picture you gave me. In pain. I'm holding the receiver in Denver some woman making human eyes at me from her blue seat, but I later conclude she's crazy I'm helpless, rushing back to fix the "h," how can I help you I think we tried this long enough our cure we would save us from everybody else, we "got" it, us and now we're another falling down car complaining animal empty house you bleeding & expanding until the red night itself is your endless disappointment in me who promised so much on that hill O Glory to everybody & everything that we will fish again & again & get lucky Anonymous submission.
Added: 30 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 25 Mar 2017 9:30 PM | Viewed: 13993 times
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