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

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The way kindness moves


I think the reason
I work the job I do
Is because of one woman
At the hospice place
Who brought me
A plate of rice and chicken
Even when I said
I wasn’t hungry.
It was so good
and I sat and ate 
with my mother lying there
and I felt like I
was eating hope.


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