when you think the universe calls you by name

13 April 2007 @ 2:25 pm

(the beginning of march)
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seaside, wayward
h u m i l i ated ; her wincing flowers tumbling,
the light collapsing on the cracked vase.
Lately she's been the knocking knees,
a parishioner of the Van Gogh stars,
painting lonely villages blue.

I called the news reporters;
They turned me away.
I am the wincing benefactor of a girl without a name.

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