Saturday, June 1, 2013



you were born with the innate ability to 
doubt
anything solid
[these edges are too fantastic to exist anywhere other than my head, 
your hips bones came to me in a fevered dream.]

tell me about the particles of a pond
or the recollections of a fisherman in southeast asia.
the colors you invent when you
close your eyes.

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