February 14, 2013
The snake was a quieter fellow.
The snake was a quieter fellow.
even our hearts try to get bigger a hundred / thousand times each day
I held my father’s / hand, all two blocks to the clinic
My story / is a series / of pent-up men.
Maybe we’re all soft-furred, foolish moths of a sort
his voice / a blindfold around my head
An open book is also night.
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