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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Busy Downstairs and Out

I loved
how the rice tasted
with the peas

and we admired
how it looked
in the wok.

I fed cat
sweet potato with lime
and fish cake.

She clinked
her teeth
on the fork.

"If I say I love you
twenty-five times today
will it make up for
the time I said
I hate
you
yesterday?"

The woodsman,
a prince
in disguise.

A steady
stream
of voices.


2011

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