big time cat fancier

3.5.07

Poem: Sand

I wrote this on a napkin. For my dad. Two days ago. Jess helped. Not sure. May need more help.

Poem


Dad explicates sand on me
in his sand chair
his sandy fucking sand chair
sand is progress
he brushes sand
internal sand organs

:hair sand
short sand
nail sand

don't move
castles of Judy's
sand legs by the
seagull cave


the grinding of sand music against
us is sweet salt sand
a whole day
sand

3 comments:

  1. so proud! i think the napkins are really working for you.

    i know i said this before, but i love "sand legs by the seagull cave"

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