Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Eating the zoo.

It's always so smoky where I live
Nothing seems to want to fly in by...

One morning, I saw a truck, and some guys binding and gutting a  deer.

And the generosity of sharing--no
One was doing that.

They were, like,

Eat if you have.  Enjoy if you can.

Love follows the trickle of love.
The dearth fits neatly in its own shadow.

If I wave away the fumes, with my hand, the smoke will unfold in its place--
A cleansed revision of the flawed first draft.

It's like a record of everything I anticipate for myself.

You--orange,

Tell me your name again.

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