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Poem #17 Milk

  We needed milk this morning So I put on my coat and walked to the Zee Mart Assaulted on contact by the smells Of fried chicken, stale gasoline, old…

Changing My Mind

…But her soul, only partially unpackaged, singsthrough the slate that guards it, contacts those of us waiting here with a splay of its softscrutinizing fingers. Her soul is a sapling…

FAWM #3: Monday Moonday

Monday Moonday let’s hope it’s a sunny dayEverything begins on Monday Tuesday Mars Day, red hot in the stars dayMaybe I will play with Lars today Wednesday is the day…