Saturday, July 30, 2011

One imagined two small windows
cut into his skin. His breasts
look out upon the tree.
The other thought the shape
of his tongue was poetry.
The word, he said
drawn like an arrow,
so fits
into the body of the bird it hits.

Robin Blaser, from CUPS, "3"

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