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Aug 11, 2008
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narrowing
i could have lived your little life
found air with an occassional
elbowing down your Patriachal line,
but my home still is.
and
as for this 'large and spacious
building.'
your mother
is there, with that fattening
cat that never moves. Lady
Godiva is crosslegged on the couch
Kahlo is smearing paint on her toes.
a world that the Rod
was simply never against.
you start to whistle
a song for yourself,
but the walk is still lonely
you used to remember something
other than white and fire
Kolob and the little liahona.
maybe the cat was red
or the book had edges.
There once was a "we" in the directory.
found air with an occassional
elbowing down your Patriachal line,
but my home still is.
and
as for this 'large and spacious
building.'
your mother
is there, with that fattening
cat that never moves. Lady
Godiva is crosslegged on the couch
Kahlo is smearing paint on her toes.
a world that the Rod
was simply never against.
you start to whistle
a song for yourself,
but the walk is still lonely
you used to remember something
other than white and fire
Kolob and the little liahona.
maybe the cat was red
or the book had edges.
There once was a "we" in the directory.
— whitetea, Aug 11, 2008
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Critiques
RSScheerer
17 years 10 months ago
narrowing
barbsdad2003
17 years 9 months ago
Seems a little ragged ...
whitetea
17 years 9 months ago
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themoonman
17 years 9 months ago
Whitetea...