Wednesday, February 28, 2018

10,581. CAPTIVE

CAPTIVE
I capped the pasture so the sunlight
couldn't leave. I enameled all the
trees so the leaves would never leave.
The rest, I suppose, I leave to you.
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Here's is my stitched hand, worn to
near death from paddleball burns
Why I ever got started, I do not know. 


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