letter from memphis
notes, rambles, and rhymes
Friday, March 23, 2012
the world all warm and wet, ancient and growing
all i want is the feel of your fingers around me,
inside, stiff, hardened
everywhere in complete
When I came, I saw the forest: redwoods, ferns, ravines. And those bats. A night full of bats.
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