fragments of a larger ouvre than i still possess. I make the time traveling part of kenne follow me around and preserve the poetry i lose. i sure hope my novel is in the time machine. and the prayer to Burgess Meredith. or worse, the ones that never were written down. so, only excerpts. i hope you understand why i call it the beautifull book. Or, She Barks When People Leave, in honour of delta the one-eyed doggess.
I've been a fool
I've been yr tool
I was made broken
I'm off round w/ a bend in the middle
I'm a bird w/ one wing ever frustrated
that my remaining wing is in front
and can only fly in place
can only fly in circles
