Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

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Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…