Tuesday, June 3, 2008


Let’s just quit our lives.
I’ll send you
a slip of paper
with coordinates
by carrier pigeon,
meet me there
and we’ll make art
we’ll make love
and throw it across
a canvas
we’ll make types of
never seen
and people will
flock like pigeons
to see the loves we’ve made
and we’ll
live on the
of their
hearts opening.

Just don’t forget
to eat the paper.

[poet's note: this was recently published in the june issue of the chronogram!]

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