I play
with friction, skin
and air,
a ripe blueberry
between my lips.
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Eulogy of Fables
now
that the hands
can tell carnations
from wood
& the feet
also understand
the soothing
of clay
please
let me confess
that i love
the meek welcome
of the morning
waking me up
to the numbed noises
of...
