(the truth that everyone knows but no one admits)
brother goes cockeyed
nudging tin cans along
a fine bench
hulaHula girl
on a blueberry dash
inhaling the fumes from her grass
skirt
man sitting naked on the rocks
picked up a thing
sharp
with his eyes half-open
asleep
mother has feelings
at the airport gate
(it costs a quarter
to
bag your liquids)
i wear new clothes when I paint
and make them old.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:
Partially because Joshua Beckman is the shit, partially because we email, and partially because he's like my Bob Ross of poetry.
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