Tuesday, June 11, 2013

And A Million Other Things, Too.

the holy ghost told me you found my bones,
while dragging the sky for scraps.

he said,
"your words are grass, girl,
stuck between his teeth.
and your hair is wheat in his bread."

I know. I know, I said.

I know.

(and that's what I wrote and sent with him).

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