Two Poems |
[untitled] In summer we built When we knelt in the church Please in the dirt. We built of cornstalks and I on the lawn asleep. Please respond. I saw the worm inside up your throat. It was summer I built this town that collected on your body long you slept or how long Please respond. I can remember the exploding about your ideal city. I did not Please respond. What will they call it, |
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