augury doggerel

Friday, April 18, 2003


She borrowed a cup of her daughter's piss � I watched � to trade for the right to keep working toward a better pension. But now they know. They've cut off her toe as the first punishment. The rest of her is under consideration. Nine toes and no job. We may have to find room. She's blood.

A woman with cheap but clean clothes has just come in and downed a large beer in a minute without so much as leaning on the bar, then gone on.

The lone mannish woman with wine each night. She bursts with soft sighs, ha-shah. She watches. She asks "what?" to no one. If I were decent, I'd bring her under my shoddy tent to sigh with me.

We hang by our delicate skins.


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