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Apr/May 2010 Poetry |
My Daughter Questions
I.
Can I brew fire
with a branchfrom the sink? What?
Am I a cupboardwithout hands,
the smell of freshlychopped... hair?
grass?
II.
A wrinkle hugs itself, right?
Right.Grandma can't see
me from underground, right?
Well, that depends.III.
Were I snow
globe music,would you shake
me upside down?
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