Another hot Portland night.
THE REST OF IT GOES HE
Anger is the throat I chose to slice
When I chose to fly with you then fold you up
In love: ideal made flesh made words to save
On disk for life's reading when it comes to me
Again with hissing and heat and will to write.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Fodder
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