From toni joe on 02.27.10 @ 02:23 PM
Wait. Did you never do this? It is only a year old, but I'm not seeing any archival evidence from the world's most valuable research tool... (google)?
Anyway. This could be fun. If I decide to 'steal' this idea, I can give you full credit and it's all good, yeah? |
From Gabrielle on 01.08.10 @ 04:15 PM
Maybe this could fit on Shaq's hand?
I was going to clip a verse, but it didn't make sense, so here it is...
Moments of your warm breath
puffed out and out like smoke stack exhalations;
carving fat, cumulus paths.
I did not follow. But borrowed them
as now and tomorrow.
Thoughtlessly, I held your hand through
parking lots of entire ages,
ignorant to how, season to season,
chubby fingered cling changed
to hard grasp,
grasp to loose palm, and then
just elbow.
If I had taken doses of death, daily,
a lifetime doled out in Dixie Cups,
or at least a breath between birthday cakes
to mourn,
and let the loss rise in candle snuffed smoke
I would not find myself like this,
suddenly folded in fifths.
A side flung sock puppet sinking
into my gutted self
and the awful hollow of
your life wide hand.
Not just the last one I held.
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