words sever
flesh you’re made
of paper cut outs
ripped up
and dropped down.
Day: October 3, 2008
Predicament
poetryI really want to go
hunting today
but I don’t want to
call the uncle-in-
law to ask if I can
hunt on his land so
now what to do? what
to do? what to do?
what will I ever do?
hakpoo
poetrydark squares set in white
framed by blue marble tile
holding up my bathroom
the sieve and the sand 