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The Voluptuous Horror Of…
Perhaps on my birthday weekend I’ll finally see Kembra Pfahler in action.
Archive for March 9th, 2008
09
Mar
Mar
old poem
i wrote this last summer.
I remember waking up
tangled, with your head to my chest
like you were listening for
a distant herd of buffalo.
When you stood up to leave I saw
thoughts coming off of you,
rising like birds
taking off from your bare shoulders.
A few old mason jars
filled with different colored
sand, small stones, and worn river glass.
A rust [...]