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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