Monday, January 24, 2011

well not parsley

the truth skirts girlishly the talk
like a garnish on green salad: radishes?
or nuts? the kitten flirts with scissors,
carefully: we will have to be decided,
flash, into a unit of cohesion.
like a squirrel.
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