"People want four things."
But Larwrence E. Man wants sixteen,
while Mary W. Man wants only two.
Whose most lighted-from-inside skeleton
can swipe like a hammer through any one
person's streaming arms?
They reach like his son reached for
the only baseball he owned, playing
with the only father he owned, whose
glove obscured the only hand he owned.
She only reads stories by authors
whose names begin with D, though the
one and only Dostoyevsky still favors
her when she flips his pages like the
hairs of her only daughter, upon
the pillow of the only other bed
in the only other bedroom in the house.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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