Backstacks
Cowboys are my weakness,
and what we talk about
when we talk about love,
operating instructions
and the way we look forward
with a broken heart.
Almost no memory
of these wonder boys
or tomcats in love,
and me, a lonely girl
with burning eyes
and landfill meditations,
your name written on water
Further Back
This handbook of English
and I the comedy writer
wishing to thank my brain
for remembering me
and my facts of life,
bird by bird, and
all the math you'll
ever need to know
about me
probably
fits in a teacup.
... just playing with words, folks, constructing poems out of book titles in, around, under and through my office/studio. :)
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