- I’m composing in a rush
by Aspro’s grave -
the cat who mothered me
but whom I couldn’t save
with an ant bite and the poinsettia sap,
I cut and paste her
somewhere between the dead
and the line,
in the cicada air.
by Aspro’s grave -
the cat who mothered me
but whom I couldn’t save
with an ant bite and the poinsettia sap,
I cut and paste her
somewhere between the dead
and the line,
in the cicada air.
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