Tuesday, February 3, 2015

I'm Done

Said Sarah on a boulder
Nearly the size of a house,
Said I, out back Sesfontein,
For no reason other than
It had been a hard, long drive
From Opuo on bald tires,
Said a god on the seventh

That would become the sabbath
And then its permutations,
So say we all, every time
The body, oh, the body!
Collapses into a chair,
Into itself, into life
Beneath a white, lifeless moon.

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