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
2/9/11
the messy afterbirth
footing unlevel -
dizzy, disheveled,
putting my stockings on
again
after making love
to the wind.
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