http://www.flickr.com/photos/donnakuhnIN MY HOUSE OF LANGUAGE PANTS
take a bird i wounded
and so perished please
keep your boxes of blood
plastic bird ancient look off
take it back no longer dead
the credit i fly for
a bird i wounded
so perish please
in my house in a dont
a box of its not
a bird perished in language pants
i dont like youre dreaming polite
please face youre hangers she's out
call me, a place to swim in flowers
wall, mouth, paper
the deck of ten dreams
donna kuhn 2005
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