Saturday

if Jill



if Jill has a hammer it's because. A jackhammer and a line of philosophy trails her. Train and rubbing phosphate oil on her . Blue dress. Her turnip. a woman askance glance baking . A rough dust hitting the eyes. And the yeses said by time. It's little brick and .













poet ~ your eyes  our  beauty
~oet ~ your eyes your beauty
eyes your beauty

to be loved by dark night
as

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it's the way it goes night and day I am a song
____________________ this works on a plateau shivering. mountain cloth and navy men. lover where are you body?
_________ Jill staring 'down' the steep askance.
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