I cotton on
to the word
wordless
wanting
to respond
to the murmur
my mother swears
a certain crow
has carried
to a still
standing
cross
(the crow itself
not unreal
but akin
to the bygone
bicep
of our
jesus)
-
*I cannot share
the dream
I have
but can
its populace*
-
mom, when I meet god
for the first time
I will recognize
god.
mom, sickness has only one lover. how sad.
here are my slack
but bed-hopping
hands.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
I cotton on
to the word
wordless
wanting
to respond
to the murmur
my mother swears
a certain crow
has carried
to a still
standing
cross
(the crow itself
not unreal
but akin
to the bygone
bicep
of our
jesus)
-
*I cannot share
the dream
I have
but can
its populace*
-
mom, when I meet god
for the first time
I will recognize
god.
mom, sickness has only one lover. how sad.
here are my slack
but bed-hopping
hands.
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