They say it's deer
Deer that change shape
An ancient Whitman
they say
caught one once
The woman who would not wear fruit
to hide herself like Eve on stage
refused to wear the shoes a
hermaphrodite gave her
She ran thru front yards she
ran thru bedrooms the
shadow she gathered from
the oak will keep her
sanity so long as she holds
the right note in her chest
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
They say it's deer
Deer that change shape
An ancient Whitman
they say
caught one once
The woman who would not wear fruit
to hide herself like Eve on stage
refused to wear the shoes a
hermaphrodite gave her
She ran thru front yards she
ran thru bedrooms the
shadow she gathered from
the oak will keep her
sanity so long as she holds
the right note in her chest
This is a poem by Chintan Shelat and Mike Arms.
