Whereupon we find P. Afternoon struggling to maintain composure & direction while being harrumphed by Mrs. L. & confuzzled by Zoe, Tiny Bill hard at work sleeping on the porch surrounded by Kierkegaard, Erasure Head toppling Mole End in an attempt to discover the gravitational pull of the speed of light; and Bagman & Butler going round & round trying to decide whether to ignore or go after Sophie the mermaid, who has taken her pearls & gone back out to sea.
Friday, August 21, 2009
I lay here making guesses about this poem until I fall asleep. Yellow crabs sideways to the waters edge murmur into the night air.
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I miss us.
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