Thursday, June 9, 2022

Elizabeth Willis



I thought I was reading but suddenly I’m read. Some

kind of artist then, painting his targets. Distinct or in-
distinct sensation? I prefer clarity when I can afford it.
So what if another flower plagiarized the rosary? I’d
pick up a dime in private or a quarter in public, mon-
ey’s always been ‘dirty’, some kind of death wish. Sure
I’d like to own a pet, not own but take care of, not a
monkey or donkey, but something that loves you like
money or luck. Not a puppy made of flowers but like
music, in dog years.

(The Principal Catastrophe)

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