Subject: OEM?

From: "rayna patric" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:30:38 +0900

With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
In the woods, close by,
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
My only thought is for what has
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
Billows the fog, cloaks