did i write of them yesterday,
boxes, things are different today.
these are the old ones, shabby,
kept
a while for usefulness, now used
for slight installation, an ongoing
gift.
one holds a book of time, one has
many things, you know, the cotton,
and the string.
it is a gift.
tissue paper crumples, bone
pastes this life together, a
gift.
sbm.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
did i write of them yesterday,
boxes, things are different today.
these are the old ones, shabby,
kept
a while for usefulness, now used
for slight installation, an ongoing
gift.
one holds a book of time, one has
many things, you know, the cotton,
and the string.
it is a gift.
tissue paper crumples, bone
pastes this life together, a
gift.
sbm.
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