Saturday, October 06, 2007

...passed you by...

at only eleven bucks

I should have taken you

with me and read that first

poem again and again

because it was your last

and yet I left you

on the shelf

where one leaves

the books

before going

into the bathroom

(you were hard


and I want to slam

my finger into the car

door for not making

you my own

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