Sunday, December 2, 2007

to take a box/ spare bitter parts, really/ seen only by weak-eyed women in Thailand/ small bits of fiber and soil kept out back by a thin rubber wall and holding even spirits out/

the salty green olive pits to suck
she'dgiven it up by then
and when I sat at her feet
crosslegged loosening my dress
the stars sweating over us
fine, red hairs goosing up her legs

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