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November 12, 2006
5 haiku 62
Call her Rapunzel
let down something, and that thing
was me but not like
what you think about
it. There was a boy who ate
things with his fingers,
the kinds of things you
think about when you wake up
from a nightmare, and
signals rise from your
childhood memories. That guy
dropping bread for birds
with teeth like nothing...
balding in patches let down
a white line of spit.
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