do you recognize your name chortled
as a sparrow in the thick of my throat- or risen
through harvest fog, jagged stalks of letters
clipped and raped across fields of teeth
do you know your name in the lake of my hand
a bridge suspended across fingertips
or can you discern, as i do, your eyes,
melted into bed-springs - folded into night
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hey i am not back yet... i just appear online every now and then... i am using university internet now...












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