what is free. what is easy.

2006-04-14 3:14 p.m.

there is a secret in the syntax here, in wording, in language crowding behind shy lips, in dialects and cultures.
the concept of superhuman, of pulling back tangible layers
of space, of oxygen come between us, of lungs more prepared for falling still under long kisses, more prepared than we are for this sort of collapsing, of impact.

adoption, i have sheltered a boastful voice to retell these stories, my arms and fingers
spread in making production, a history of poverty bound tight, pulled tedious by mention, stays to make our backs upright in the times that we are crooked, and we

a class concieved in textbooks only

can boast our tired teeth in giving information.

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