songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

spirit

spiritbaby

my new baby brother is on the bed  and i lay my head

next to him  he is beautiful  smells like powder +life   last

time i lay my head next to a brother  he was dead  brainmeld

with the big C   but in the wee hours of morning  right beside

me  a sturdy new boy  let’s call him martine   we rub noses

like the inuit  who have 3,2001 words for love  brotherly love

trumps hate   it takes the cake  is the cake   okay   i’ll stop

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FALL 2018  ..in this dream u get a redo! resurrected on a mangerbed..brand new…run with it martine..

 

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