In wilderness I have come
I have promised the gods I will be angry
And in confusion act out in anger
And I have consulted appropriate
Mediums
There, dining
At their trappings;
Twisted cactus bark
I have held the requisite position
(I left the house with untied shoes and soiled hands)
And they've accepted me graciously into their shelter
I ask you not to worry
And hold my elder not responsible, dearest Mother
Sincerely,
Your Son
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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You always manage to improv.
-Luke
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