April 2 am
Soft octopus arm
threads the steel sea, my red raft
seldom unraveled.
April 2 pm
Buttons eye the moon.
My shirts window-spy you, their
chest a flayed suitcase.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
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Fifty miles. Seventeen syllables. No power steering.
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