Whole lives do not end in the middle, nor
Do they abruptly begin there.
Look at the simple one in her hair
Where waving fibers have one after another
Slipped out of the cord, away.
Burrs dig their teeth in, matted eyes prey,
Fraying the braided ends, with a messiness on
The lips that among half lives is coarse and sublime--
Is sublime.
The Monkey
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There’s an area in our home referred to as “The Black Hole” as things tend
to disappear there never to be seen again. The notion that something
uncanny e...
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