the longs and the flats (unfinished)
the effort of
writing straight
despite a crookedness
inherent in the soul
is not an obstacle
the parts do not
reflect the
whole I look up ex
pecting to see in
the shit an angel
the effort of
writing straight
despite a crookedness
inherent in the soul
is not an obstacle
the parts do not
reflect the
whole I look up ex
pecting to see in
the shit an angel