Monday, August 7, 2017

A Life Of Prose

She wanted her life to be pure poetry but it was mostly prose mainly sentences and not the fragments she long ed f or the sun so roundish and the moon the same!? well how is it that one could blot out the other if only for a few moments! the nerve those orbiters and fixed objects (sure!) M most of all that space and what was she going to do now that the table from Syria doesn't seem to belong to her at all but must be given up to a twenty-smth. who is very sweet after all with a new house

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