Sunday, May 30, 2010

Seborrheic Dermatitis Transfer

Mors Moris

sweet

mother had no other nurse, who

Palm
lines stripped from flint, which

did they come to my life
a poppy field. Old
com'acqua
brackish well water
of coastline
chipped amber necklaces
the canine venison
bone bracelets.
Breath sling
crackling air, you fell

artless
of flying
still on his knees praying
like a sheep.
harsh and sparse
phoenix feathers in your

tomb acorn
howled like a dog to your death

your people

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