Lifting his head
To taste the dark–
Multifoliate.
The rose is shrunken
Inward on the stem.
The grass is wet.
Over and over
I tell myself:
Selfishness is
The first great sin.
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Hi, Naomi.
I miss your guts. I don’t know if you check facebook anymore. That’s the only way I knew to get in touch with you. I left you a message. I’m moving to India. I’m leaving tonight. I need your summer address, so I can write you.
Love.