Here in these cracks
next to the gum wads,
the old cigarettes,
some dust from me and you,
is a flat, hot weed, growing.
My site has changed!
13 years ago
About Me
- Liz Fairchild
- I write a poem to forget that my story is half-told and will always be half-told until I die and it is not told at all. All poets wish to be prophets, foretelling moments of non-existence, sculpting the half-story into a satisfying lump,"To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question..."
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