From “Crush”
…For starters, it was all
an accident, you cut
the right branch
and a sort of light
woke up underneath,
and the inedible fruit
grew dark and needy.
Think crucial hanging.
Think crayon orange.
There is one low, leaning
heart-shaped globe left
and dearest, can you
tell, I am trying
to love you less.
Ada Limon
anna katrina said,
June 13, 2009 at 4:14 am
hey i blogged this poem too baby girl! psychic friends!
jskah said,
June 22, 2009 at 7:02 am
miss yr blogface
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