Tuesday, April 12, 2011

When you couldn't stop

When you couldn’t stop

hoola-hooping you hipped

till you turned

tornado. What a beautiful

roof. Was it good? When it finally

fell to your ankles

a house fell out with it—

gashed in the field, cows

splatting down must have

sent you over

the rainbow

to see if you’d melt

in the rain.

When you

got there,

you heard her

singing some

where but

could not



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