Dawn Sueoka: A tartan sea

Spring '11 TOC

They say you did it with shears,
A few cold
Xanax a hat shaped like a puzzle
In a doctor’s waiting room.
But now you’re just stuff
And nuts and all the other things
People say on such occasions.
What will we do without bitter grass,
Certain fauna, dancers
Who lug their bodies across the barn?
How are you Lee I'm fine
It's raining in the city you know.

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Not Enough Night
Not Enough Night
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