A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
1/20/11
here we are again
drawing lines
perpendicular to the moon
the thing we made in me
is a mask I can't unmask -
a liquor-filled flask
an arduous task.
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