Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Mediating a wake

The last dream before I woke up this morning,
The last pull from my second life into the raw first,
Was my lawyer with his arms wrapped around me,
just, breathing.
And I remember that Gandhi was a lawyer
Before he ever saved anyone.  

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