.during the day. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

bloody danger everywhere. here. there. words look the same.

dots abound. he followed the road, fell from the sky. the thing

was heavy.

during the day the bus burned up the road.

the nails are sharp, we can split our fingers.

be very cared for my dears.

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