Tuesday, 17 August 2010

not another useless poetics

the poem was read
as if it couldn't
be caught

by me
in recess
ca 1991

consequently my hands loosened

and drew the trousers off
a girl
that either wanted to speak
very soft
or very loud

and later made cakes
like they were love letters
with so much sugar (and eggs)
that the poem
could do nothing but connect

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