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Take, Eat
2004-06-21 - 1:06 a.m.


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strangely non-functional guestbook

And so I wait,

as my mail stacks up in my mailbox accusitorily,

waiting for answers when I have none,

just as I wait for that one poem,

that one shot of essence, bliss,

like one up the arm or in the nose,

that communion of life,

my body and blood,

that I might reach the ancients

and then maybe some day

a confused kid like me

can pick up my work,

partake, take eat,

and for a moment, feel so not-alone.


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