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
so proud! i think the napkins are really working for you.
ReplyDeletei know i said this before, but i love "sand legs by the seagull cave"
This is really great.
ReplyDeletethanks guys.
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