i wrote this poem last night. it's gross, but i like it.
Remnants
There are very few
things that bother
me, but one of them is running
up the four flights of stairs
to my apartment to let
loose the gurgling afterbirth
of the shit I took
right before I left.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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