POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Running a fever
Wasn't that you,
strong blooded and stubborn?
Or was that my sister refusing again?
The tag sale's not where it used to be
and I find you tossing in bed.
The cold shirt wrapped around
your head keeps changing shape.
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