I guess today's poem is another kind of collage. (DAY 13) (Em)Place(ment) I'm leaking round the edges, my bolts are coming off, whatever kind of glue God may have used to stick my limbs in place - it wasn't good enough, it yellowed and cracked with age. And perhaps, all along, I had paste eyes, …
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