Archive for February, 2010

for Anna, Michelle, and Katie: At the rest stop on the way to Mississippi we found the butterfly mired in the oil slick: its wings thick and blunted. One of us, tender in the finger tips, smoothed with a tissue the oil that came off only a little; the oil-smeared wings like lips colored with lipstick blotted [...]


…and in the morning when you turn in I’ll be far to sea.



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