Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Holy Innocents

I lined up all my collections

down the center line of the highway:

feathers, coins, stamps, shells,

porcelain cats, ticket stubs--

to see how far they’d take me.

I just wanted to be more irresistible.

all the letters that tumbled through

or mail slot told me I wasn’t quite

right. I was what wasn’t.

I'm banking on the fact

that a new year is coming.

it shines like newly-washed fruit.

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