Cut It Poem by Anna Pae
Cut It
i am getting too attached
every time i see a funny bird
a post card
a train
a hot dog stand
someone slipping on the ice
i want to tell you
i want to kill that bird
burn that card
wreck that train
steal a hot dog
fall face forward into the ice
rather than
tell you
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
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