i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
midmay in chicago
block after block
one family's junk is
another one's
find from the
dusty closets and
basements and
attics to garages on
streets and
alleys to
bags and cars and now
our
own
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