Let Us Please

May 14, 2009
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p l e ase find new
in this
g o d f o r s a k e n language
that will liken her, bare-boned a** and all,
to freshly grown flowers on a day that smells
like rain. She will thank you for it
and so will the
flowers when it stops raining.

In the mean time, a girl with a
loaded 35 millimeter sleeps
in my bed. She is adorned in yellow and
sheets of satin and a silence we
cannot pronounce.
She speaks a language we do not understand.
In something as quiet as her hair,
she turns to
describe the rain.

Thank you.

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