Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Hazle.



I have written everything down; I know I've been lucky.

The boys who stood in it against me, paint bright and go ahead

I don't mean to take away from them and their

Wild.

But I was better, wilder. And my anemic hinges gave only to
How I shoved.

And theirs felt coerced
As I ruined them.

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