Thursday, August 22, 2013



I want to be responsible
for your beauty,
not to say I created you
but for you to
crawl within my wingcrook
and feel at home
in these feathers. You look
like you were
just invented, this crop
of rains brought
you here. Stretch clothesline
from branch to
branch to branch, and drape
sheets wherever
you need a wall. This is
the capital, a fresh
country. This is our chance.


  1. So adoring and sensible. They could build a new life, right there, when everything seems perfect.


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