wide aware
the cure disintegrating
in the cd player
trying to read junot diaz
wishing he were don delillo
or
another bourbon from now
david sedaris
both hemispheres elsewhere
i consider my poet intended
bard from boonton
word painting
estrellas
i love translating him
we discover new ways
to be
in the same
room
inside
each
other
perhaps i should
take up knitting
until spring
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the best bit of graffiti i ever saw in a men’s room was when i was in college. in one pen it said, “my mother made me a homosexual” in a completely different hand and pen it was answered ” if i gave her the yarn would she make me one too?” . Knit one. Perl two…..