Untitled Poem by Wanda Phipps
Untitled
language is essentially
the same
under differences
people are essentially
ambiguous
my hands and feet
are always colder
than the rest
of my body
his hair
all over his body
is very long
and fine
and energy
is always
separate ends
of the same
thing
her pale toes
were black
with mud
that night
and i saw
the lawn sprinklers
on broadway
water pedestrians
also
if they
jay-walked.
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