Wednesday, June 12, 2013

when i was little i used to count my fingers-
maybe i was worried that one day the number would change or maybe
i was just really
weird.

when i was older i stitched my mouth against yours and counted your fingers.
there were ten
which is the right number, i think.

all my essays have the same red ink notes
'wheres the hypothesis?'
and can't they see that
i don't fucking know
yet.

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