riflemind
poetry for the nuclear age
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Dear Frank...
if you come here, leave me crumbs
so I
can follow you back from
the edge of the rut that runs
through my bedroom, over
the burn mark near the lamp and
under the box
you forgot to
return to the apartment
we shared with a cat named
Leia.
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