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