from WERE I ADAM, THE POEM I’D WRITE EVE | Bob Hicok
… how you are the beginning
of life as I know it, the going under
in small tufts and rivulets of spring,
the severings I’ve always loved
as seeds are the death of the apple
for now.
from WERE I ADAM, THE POEM I’D WRITE EVE | Bob Hicok
… how you are the beginning
of life as I know it, the going under
in small tufts and rivulets of spring,
the severings I’ve always loved
as seeds are the death of the apple
for now.
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