I Spilled My Story

By | 31 January 2013

I have a number of poems

containing the known, the lowest, the hole in the middle. I manage to stop myself like
that. No not embarrassed. Finally to stop. Rest. Turn on the lights … the duration
beneath tense artifice: black : bulging, comprised of sea urchins (all which are whiter
if a bit starfish fades) …

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