splat goes rooster after birth oven mits
of its barrel massage then rubbed against
the sheath and the sloth cradled loosely
and it wrapped a cloth around
the bundle of sticks and weathered stones,
and didn't call it a faget.
- w. g. gilstein
the end
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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