Thursday, July 21, 2011
Day 324
12:23 am
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two for G
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1.
your laughter is thunder, the seasons have cut ties
with their own seams
your hair is a wild nest where my fingers have become
obsessed with finding, burying, treasure
your feet, your arms, are better at tracing your heart
than are your tongue, your lips
2.
Orange County wishes to call you up and revoke
the certification of your birthplace
neigh to common nomenclature or classroom, thief
of trophies at every sidewalk debate
set the world afire with your politics, even the flags
will concede
silence tries to mark its territory around your throat,
but whimpers away at its stamina
you are a bullhorn calling me out, I am a sucker for
rallies and clear instruction
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tkk
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