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.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
2/8/11
watching puppies
in pet store windows
pseudo-interaction
with the part of us
we can't touch
-- something more basic
than one plus one
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