Look At This Talon (I Want To Talk To You)
We moved the doors into the house and they
shook like fur, like they had given up on light.
My chest moved past scenery, into feathers;
nothing had ever felt so waterproof. The frame
of the lightest carriage.
We opened our mouths
and steam came out, into the trees.
shook like fur, like they had given up on light.
My chest moved past scenery, into feathers;
nothing had ever felt so waterproof. The frame
of the lightest carriage.
We opened our mouths
and steam came out, into the trees.
posted by Seth at 8:20 AM
2 Comments:
...take out the second "like"
Hey Anonymous,
That second like is, like, the lynchpin of the friggin' poem. I think you should probably like that he uses it.
Sean
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