Saturday, January 12, 2013

Apartments and Houses

Our heads feel so warm
we might want to cancel
the electric

In fact

When the stars burn out
I just might cancel it all

And grab the books of poetry
from the bag

from my trunk
I bought at the church sale

In fact

They might help me predict

the place
before my body catches up
to my body

before your body
catches up
to mine.



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