Cotton
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Duport Road
A Year Without Touching
or more
is a walking worm death.
I know what is mine now
in the most acute and alienating way.
Can I send love by brainwaves?
Can I fight without fighting?
This is my cup, my bowl,
my backpack, my blouse.
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