قصيدة Duplex
.A poem is a gesture toward home .It makes dark demands I call my own :Memory makes demands darker than my own .My last love drove a burgundy car
.A poem is a gesture toward home .It makes dark demands I call my own :Memory makes demands darker than my own .My last love drove a burgundy car
Aster. Nasturtium. Delphinium. We thought Fingers in dirt meant it was our dirt, learning Names in heat, in elements classical .Philosophers said could change us. Star Gazer
I will not shoot myself In the head, and I will not shoot myself In the back, and I will not hang myself ,With a trashbag, and if I do