August 28, 2009

I'm looking inside myself
for you.
separating the hardened ash
from the sweet pulp.
the lute.

I find a nest deconstructed.
you were born here
in the tornado.

silly string i'm peeling off.
a new moon. paperback.
the scratched surface
of a terrible year.

you have grown out of me
i have not

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