Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Esther Lee Chapbook from Trafficker Press


All year long winter threatens the eggs. For the heatless bird I'm drawn too I fatten up against the wind. As the bus halts, a stranger says, if I don't see you tomorrow, it's because I've jumped off a bridge. I don't need that kind of burden, the man I loved once said. Then I do see him tomorrow.And the stranger tomorrow too.


-- Blank Missives, Esther Lee

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