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

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

at the museum

I am called Misko by
my dead mother like feathers
on a furtive animal-bird.

The kind that rolls in underbrush
like it can’t fly
but it can fly in a flapping beat.


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