Poems are found between jagged, soul-bearing rocks
and rusty scissor spliced memories from preschool.
Poems come because you can't use those old fables
to create a statue of how you should see yourself.
So you re-create a memory insisting it sticks
a more pleasing picture onto your palms for future reference.
and rusty scissor spliced memories from preschool.
Poems come because you can't use those old fables
to create a statue of how you should see yourself.
So you re-create a memory insisting it sticks
a more pleasing picture onto your palms for future reference.
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