Sunday, February 17, 2013

poem || donna kuhn

jelly or sand

i don't want to learn about toxic butter on a train
i don't like to look for u; go only on empty sandwiches
go to dubai or an office or a mill

i will be jelly or sand; u won't let me kiss u
u want me to go; u won't let me go

u could dance in an office
u could dance or learn
about god

empty slices of bread in the fence
u want me to kiss u thru a fence

he would dance in an office of cheese
we've said goodbye a million times
i will be jelly, sand, empty slices
of bread

that is not empty slices of

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