a cricket
at midnight on reserve screen dim
bottom is dry and the guild of softwood
is sad. she know the cut is another rub and the sound of that: whine and ring scrawl. that same dark as before make
the window a background. the shelf
is full of animals. there's Jeffrey Wright. and it ain't no turn no moose no buck this mug has played on top of me
since Mama got that cake out the oven.
I was gon' say I know what art is; I know how the world works: but the snows came and my power is low. call Laura:
all you can do is go back to Arkansas.
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