Sunday, August 27, 2023

As Long as Russell Edson Lives

I am fine
but the moment
he is dead
I become
too hard to
figure out
my growing
room
labors like
tiny inventions
glancing
at each other
locked in the deciding
who came first
who came last
and who came at all.



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