i was too sick to travel
the day my father died
i went in to work anyway
i imagine he worked
the day his father died
when i got off the train
on the Upper East Side
(of Manhattan)
delirious from fever
and starvation
i saw a man with a cage
on a hand truck
inside was a black billy goat
six birds fly the form of freckles near your mouth i knew that you were the face of god that the sky was there for reading
god told me to get a haircut i was looking for my haiku about winter i dream i am already at work between the cars of the train a single...
i want to taste the female flavoring in your skin in your mouth to begin writing place the tip of the pencil at the top left corner of...
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