I took off my facebook,
and put on the dog—
walking not wagging
on newly
free hands
head set
on horizon
–the eyes there sutured shut
at land marked
by rotting seal, I sipped
raisin wine,
watched buzzards pick bones bare
…
a while.
I took off my facebook,
and put on the dog—
walking not wagging
on newly
free hands
head set
on horizon
–the eyes there sutured shut
at land marked
by rotting seal, I sipped
raisin wine,
watched buzzards pick bones bare
…
a while.
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