A reversal+modification of Rufo Q's 12 first lines/a year
I think of the world waiting
at a busy bus stop in rain
writing two poems a day
seeing it all
lusting after being home
again combing out your long hair
the yellow of the oil lamp’s light
in the corner of your eye and the rain
running over you sitting in the hot tub
there were all these flamingos,
parakeets, cockatoos,
how many I could not tell you
in the basement speaking to God
I unboxed my Id
like an icon set back up on a shelf
dusty, I want to say, like Goya
“Yo lo vi”, yes
I have not done much.
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This is absolutely stunning.
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