it is fairly safe
in this town
to walk
without concealing
the spray can
found
in father’s
toolshed
-
our love
for the spray can
while not
well documented
runs wrist
and wrist
with celebrity
worry
-
a cement wall
scraped
in passing
by one
with a stick
is the love
we have
for father
-
for mother
we scale back
on pillows
and lie
face down
on blank sheets
of paper
or watch
television
-
most times
we pop
the keys
of a ribbonless
typewriter
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
it is fairly safe
in this town
to walk
without concealing
the spray can
found
in father’s
toolshed
-
our love
for the spray can
while not
well documented
runs wrist
and wrist
with celebrity
worry
-
a cement wall
scraped
in passing
by one
with a stick
is the love
we have
for father
-
for mother
we scale back
on pillows
and lie
face down
on blank sheets
of paper
or watch
television
-
most times
we pop
the keys
of a ribbonless
typewriter
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