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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Journal bits this past week

Poet at table


  • A swatch of scalp lay silent/a plug of zoysiagrass/encroaching upon our sensibilities

  • It was the summer of gas lines/so hot the legs of ants curled under

  • ...How we stood/on the hill and cradled/our paranoia, keeping/to ourselves...

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