Alice Lesnick and Emma Wippermann
1 July 2011
my childhood
I thought oh enough of missing the turn the turn signal still clicking its bad cricket bit I said yes, please I desire none of it but there was nothing else for sale and the money burns a well in my sole i want to walk
3 July 2011
so we'll walk, sole burns for miles not money, turn signals turn away and we keep walking, departing,
is it an art we are following, not one to acquire but to entire us, perspire after and before--
is it an art we are following, not one to acquire but to entire us, perspire after and before--
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11 July 2011 [3]
--and halted, I stop, watch a woman step out of my house and open the door,
turn, and walk away from the ground floor; this is the first poem I've written all year,
and I'll follow her--
-they are walking faster than [4]
-they are walking faster than i remember counting the breaths,
i was, taking, with out noticing, my Chest; No(w),wonder eye forgot to write,
Wonder, no(w).
to walk.... [5]
...is to let ourselves fall, and then catch ourselves, over and over.
Walking and Falling [6].
want [7]
to fall i want to