Showing posts with label Places Melt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Places Melt. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Places Melt

Places Melt

No place is separate,
I’m struggling with it.

To be more accurate,
I’m struggling to say anything

past it. Which inch
of the solar system do you wish

you could put on a
platter and carry out, hors d'oeuvre

made from streamers
and the room the party is held in.

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