Thursday, December 08, 2005

For a friend and a friend of a friend, where she lived, where he is living

worry for him— love, no such thing, says
the rest of this country is not habitable— stay home
until you’re extraordinary or one-
upped at a party
by hunger strikers—
where are you kidding?
she left to ride a bicycle in a desert movie
and settle---who worries? this
is my fantasy except for a costume that says Lucille


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