letters read when it is twenty degrees or less

there only is a way out when you fear not

my woman di prima below my dangling legs

if all our tacks blacked out were the answer

thumb ready for this figure holding fast

muscles retain fluid in spite of all warned

 

to bend at maternal angle now who knew

my woman di prima isn’t as afraid as me

what was in there waiting on the dusky side

it is heating up my arms were once steady

the pool is not the only wet thing around

 

but chairs are not yet banned here

and my woman di prima knows it

and my heart is ready for some

bloodshed it is ready for the group

embracing takes place before the

race ends and heads hit hot bricks

 

 

 

 

Image from flickr.

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