Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Still

I prose for my portrait, holding my ruddy head up over paper. Snails race the rims of my ears � listen � and a duck slaps green-headed and proud down the bar. The air is cooled by two storks unsettling on my shoulders for a cat plucking at my thighs.

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