If I am only what you think of me --
When is a story not a cover-up?
My naked roommate asks me to place two trash bags in front of his bedroom door.
If stories are lies we tell in order to live --
If stories are lies we tell in order to cohere --
As he strums on another’s guitar in another’s room, is he....
If I am only what you think of me --
'I' is to forwarding address as….
Showing posts with label apologies to Rae Armantrout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label apologies to Rae Armantrout. Show all posts
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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