December,
the whole year,
actually,
has whittled my world
d
o
w
n
to a lap
cat
older than me
in fur years,
and this misnomered,
smartphone,
from which
I strain to shave marrow
from stolen bones
in the manner
of a single tooth
wolf.
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 9:53 AM UTC
December,
the whole year,
actually,
has whittled my world
d
o
w
n
to a lap
cat
older than me
in fur years,
and this misnomered,
smartphone,
from which
I strain to shave marrow
from stolen bones
in the manner
of a single tooth
wolf.
