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What to do about [blank]?
What to do about [blank]?
What to do about [blank]?
Answer:
To inspect your tongue every day and get ready
for a surprise: there are always intruders.
for a surprise: there are always intruders.
A Test for Safe Zones
The first thing is how to rescue. How to be less
damaged but damaged enough to seem fair.
A favored method is never use your hands for anything.
To inspect your tongue every day and get ready
for a surprise: there are always intruders.
There is always a place where the number of knots
you untie equals the number of people fighting
to comb your hair. What I suggest is a whole different animal:
Assembling rugs until they form a heap.
Waiting for snow just to have something constant on supply.
I can store all the rakes I want in the mud room but only
at the dinner table can I demonstrate the truest salvage.
What it is to eat as if by megaphone I will show you.
If I commit to claiming brain cloud what am I accountable for?
I am told it’s all in the way you ride that penny pony
but I’ve never known the right time to buck.
There is always so much to misunderstand.
Like how everything with lineage can’t ever sit still.
The exact circumstances for swapping a ladder.
God I am so full of odds. What if I crawl inside
the base of this house? What if I built its outside last?
damaged but damaged enough to seem fair.
A favored method is never use your hands for anything.
To inspect your tongue every day and get ready
for a surprise: there are always intruders.
There is always a place where the number of knots
you untie equals the number of people fighting
to comb your hair. What I suggest is a whole different animal:
Assembling rugs until they form a heap.
Waiting for snow just to have something constant on supply.
I can store all the rakes I want in the mud room but only
at the dinner table can I demonstrate the truest salvage.
What it is to eat as if by megaphone I will show you.
If I commit to claiming brain cloud what am I accountable for?
I am told it’s all in the way you ride that penny pony
but I’ve never known the right time to buck.
There is always so much to misunderstand.
Like how everything with lineage can’t ever sit still.
The exact circumstances for swapping a ladder.
God I am so full of odds. What if I crawl inside
the base of this house? What if I built its outside last?
Anne Cecilia Holmes
I just consulted the B. O.----which I had not heard of until this post of yours. Holy moly!
ReplyDeleteGood god. That poem made my brain get all tangled up and then it overheated.
ReplyDeleteFrankly I would like being in a place where the number of knots I untangle equals the number of people who are fighting to comb my hair. Owen will brush my hair sometimes and I close my eyes and dissolve in bliss.
Bring me some knots. I'll get started now.
I do not wish to discuss either tongues or intruders, however. Is that all right?
When I brought the deepest question of my heart to the B.O., this was the response: I'm not at all sure that I'm bright enough to be engaging in literary analysis!
ReplyDeleteTo be someone you need a thing
like a consistent thing
so when you meet someone they know you because of this thing and probably knew of you because of this thing
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from “You might not want a thing and then that not having a thing becomes your thing so I really think you should try to have a thing you think you would admire if it were some other person’s thing.” by Kari Freitag