chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Saturday, September 6, 2008
once through the anthology, slowly
waiting through verbiage
flourishes, displays
disagreements, confessions, complexities
obscure references
and then, there's yours
your name called by a line
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