mike wrote me this poem after i donated money to NOÖ Journal.
i think i only provided mike with the title.
i hope you enjoy this as much as i do.
SWAMP YURT THE SWIMSUIT EDITION
for Daniel Bailey
Here in the overcoat of my heart you're a burrowed parakeet.
My anxiety's the phantom gut lump kind. Sometimes you turn
hands and hands in a kind of sign language just outside the
frame, and this is the style of exchange I'd most like to learn.
How much curry versus coconut milk? Is everybody made of
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Published on October 27, 2009 01:13