the first time I can recall a teapot whistling in the manner I’d imagined
a teapot
to whistle
my brother was cutting himself in the tub, gingerly, a test run…
-
the whistling scared the **** out of him, the bejesus
-
being made of nothing allowed brother
to volunteer
in New Orleans
after Katrina
he opened a few refrigerators
that’s all it took
-
without my brother, I’d be in his words
beside myself
some ****** eared stranger mucking up a white door
listening
as if to a radio
announcing the missing
blow up dolls
by name
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
the first time I can recall a teapot whistling in the manner I’d imagined
a teapot
to whistle
my brother was cutting himself in the tub, gingerly, a test run…
-
the whistling scared the **** out of him, the bejesus
-
being made of nothing allowed brother
to volunteer
in New Orleans
after Katrina
he opened a few refrigerators
that’s all it took
-
without my brother, I’d be in his words
beside myself
some ****** eared stranger mucking up a white door
listening
as if to a radio
announcing the missing
blow up dolls
by name
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