VALENTINE, sotto voce
May breath
on the tender
membrane
of your febrile
pinna fill your
cochlea
with fluid, and my
hammering
on your incus
ring
your tiniest bone.
— for Kathi
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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A compendium of literary, political, and cultural ideas.
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!
How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!——
Emily Dickinson
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