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wait one more hour

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

One reply on “wait one more hour”

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…..

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