Friday, June 11, 2010

how sweet of him to think of me in this time


and as if i am
qualified to
speak to your callus and your tiny bird.
small standards of living, drifting
forward. and these
small objects called
gifts. to feel finite, from one animal to another.
and thus i speak to cecily, to isa. freely.
of high levels upon protein, of unnecessary and
necessary pangs to pregnancy. to be
sad within water and tight as a plum- hold,
come- within
need, cold-
cut stone.

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