Sunday, 4/15

I Am Not A Poet, But Come With Me Anyway

Let us live
above the law office
where there is
a view of the
Catholic church

We will watch them
mass from
my bed, and

Take communion
of coffee and
shortbread

Would it be
too rich
for you? would
you say, it hurts
to be this close.

Come
with me, anyway.
Even though
I am
not a poet.

On Saturday, my sister & I make a pilgrimage to the bead store.

Homemade mala; yes, I have hairy arms. Come with me, even though my arms are hairy.

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One Response to Sunday, 4/15

  1. knitxcore says:

    you made bracelets? precious precious man.

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