A blog mostly focused on poetry. I am not sure I understand anything else.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Fuck You
Whenever I seem to look at my hands, I single out a finger to be kissed: The middle one—the longest one. It stands Apart, like love, when I make a fist.
Hmmm... Measure, maybe? They're trying to get less staid and sonnety. Paul Stevens at the Flea might like it. It's really just a matter of sending the things out over and over until someone says yes.
4 comments:
Nicely epigrammatic. Have you sent this anywhere yet?
Hi Quincy--Thanks! I am glad you liked it.
No, I haven't sent it anywhere yet. Do you have any suggestions?
Hmmm... Measure, maybe? They're trying to get less staid and sonnety. Paul Stevens at the Flea might like it. It's really just a matter of sending the things out over and over until someone says yes.
I love this. it will be my mantra for the next five years.
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