he wasn’t overseas to be difficult.
he had pain in his arm, he thought
he could find a snake. a cut-off toe.
our insides were still inside the time
that we knew him. his arm it sorta
came like a slug you might see freed
from a puddle’s hinterland eye. slow
like that, wrong like that. like these:
hippies and father time. a mole enters
an infected shoulder: yours. a mole
has been your heart, and peacefully.
your mother doesn’t know about the mole.
it’s not in the letter.
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
he wasn’t overseas to be difficult.
he had pain in his arm, he thought
he could find a snake. a cut-off toe.
our insides were still inside the time
that we knew him. his arm it sorta
came like a slug you might see freed
from a puddle’s hinterland eye. slow
like that, wrong like that. like these:
hippies and father time. a mole enters
an infected shoulder: yours. a mole
has been your heart, and peacefully.
your mother doesn’t know about the mole.
it’s not in the letter.
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