chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Monday, June 2, 2008
sitting on the bench
(how did her knee know
to give up so soon
her hair know
to turn out so white)
it’s a good thing someone loved her once
because now it was clearly
her turn to love
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