Tuesday, April 24, 2007

BellumLetters # 24


little captions scattered

___________________feed and seed

(I see where what was buried blooms)

you are nothing to me


one could burrow, worm through
one could move, under stylus of worm, glue

the undersigned (the underused)


persona or mask? I could not do (Plath)


they bathed the recluse in ashes
not made by a body, but by oiled feathers
made as leather, a leaking hurt
threaded through


pull it

we can use it

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is this real?