03 June 2013


having a cup of coffee with
him she surveys the
cool geometries of the
picture postcards from the
gift shop, all the
ragged edges of ragged
days erased, the blocks of
color egg-yolk-yellow, tomato-
red, thick-bordered by black, as if
highways to show where
she might go, if she were
able, a map without a
legend, no scenic markers to
mar her concentration
Here. I. Am.
There. I. Would. Be.

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