the woman wore goggles and held a fork.
I was pushed
up a hill
in a stroller
by a lover
of snow.
in her books of bookish loss
her knees
are a nightmare
had
by the fork.
her man
shovels
his madhouse
meal.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
the woman wore goggles and held a fork.
I was pushed
up a hill
in a stroller
by a lover
of snow.
in her books of bookish loss
her knees
are a nightmare
had
by the fork.
her man
shovels
his madhouse
meal.
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