Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Us three
around the storm lamp
on the edge of lawn chairs
in the basement
haphazardly stocked
while the world goes
bent against us.
we wouldn't know
what is normal anymore-
memories betray us
so long underground.
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