Depression Sucks
I haven't written anything decent since May 1st 2009. So I guess I'm stuck pasting old work for a bit.
image: burnt offerings and superstition
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the dead bird sang.
palming notes
as lightly as an open grave
holds grief,
we read etched lines
as circles.
childhood, age 7
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my other father,
louder than the first
but wrapped in quiet
skin,
could not echo
beyond this child's
seventh year.
2 is more than enough for 1 post I think.
Kate Out
image: burnt offerings and superstition
---------------------------------------
the dead bird sang.
palming notes
as lightly as an open grave
holds grief,
we read etched lines
as circles.
childhood, age 7
----------------
my other father,
louder than the first
but wrapped in quiet
skin,
could not echo
beyond this child's
seventh year.
2 is more than enough for 1 post I think.
Kate Out