LA MAMA POETICA, 18 FEB 2013
what baked crust are we
wandering around
the desert doll
city
simmering bender
brick-walled
with
the heat you forget
until
the hand dryers
of Lygon Court blow
cooler air
on you
we’re folded chairs
in the courthouse
and you’re sewing
your words together
in a different stitch
to mine
I go home wearing
your poems
for a while
wonderful stuff
