chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Friday, March 14, 2008
what I own
The things of this life move through us
We pick them up, carry them for a while
Inanimate, eternal things
The iron in blood for instance
Belonging temporarily to a temporary being
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