Friday, May 23, 2014

Dada's Girl

Slipped the knot untied the vine
flew the cooped-up carpeted box
called house called home a desert
of rocks creosote and sand creeping
in at night under the window sill
front door a fine powder just a neat
line so easy to disturb forgotten about
until tomorrow could we be your kids
if you bring us food a party why not
why not I promise I will not create
anything not even know I am there

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