Weeds in the Garden Light
Water dripping down from the gutter to my nose.
Setting altimatums for myself.
Unique can be erotic.
And this garden is the foreigner's forest at midnight.
Weeds in the Garden Light
Water dripping down from the gutter to my nose.
Setting altimatums for myself.
Unique can be erotic.
And this garden is the foreigner's forest at midnight.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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