I think YOU'RE a fake.

Friday, August 18, 2006

a kid

it is toys made sticky by dog piss
and slipped between copies of
Popular Science and Omni
a broken fish bowl
and runaway turtles
wet pavement warmed by afternoon suns
and fathers with cancer
and father’s with cancer
and fathers of cancer
Posted by James Martin at 8/18/2006
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