Boxes small

By | 11 March 2008

for james, and Kasia
 
 

the shape of mortality eludes us.
an enforced placid response to today
the form of our cells discontents me.
in america and immoderate states
I have buried too many children
and with the penance of breath
bought food
and returned to our lives.

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