Oh virgula my mark ; that offered a leash out of the party ; that offered its own clearance out of misdiagnosis it is like ; give me permission
Your mother crouched on the patio chair which was on the patio which ; was a clear thing ; out of the darkness of poetry
Concealed now but known then ; in her bed-body way ; she was a duodenum and your father downstairs barbecued deep in the open ; the smokeless dark
On the porch a few ; fast food shrimp which she ; took from the party for you ; away from all cunning and curling inside a yellow poinsettia plate
Gratitude rises ; up as though it is charity as though you ; are stupid not to want ; and wanting wants its way ; out as all effluvium wants ; she would have said there was one curl left on the breakable ; patio table and you would be crazy if you do ; not eat it
