to the snake and the possum I'm
sorry one of you is real the other
dreamed or a photograph from
another time and place whoever
thought we would go on so long
endearments disarm the novel's
infinite craft and art projected
on a painted screen why hide it
knowing if not mentioning who
did what when we were young
Saturday, May 29, 2010
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