Saturday, October 1, 2011

My Memoir

I feel something impossibly small
that might be pain

as I slide a piece of paper
under everything
my mother said.
*from Curses and Wishes by Carl Adamschick—Winner of the 2010 Walt Whitman Award

My Memoir
offers no salve
only a shrug
and logic.

Everything hangs
the dawn.

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