tied to your idea
for shoes
I hang on every
red-lettered word
there is a time
for the space
around you
to speak
in waves
in language
only dogs
understand:
sharp, shrill,
and foaming at the mouth.
-jim hill (3-28-02)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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