- Poetry - I would very much like
to crack my brain and fry it on the page; to make something – anything – of my unfertilized gooey grey matter e g g. If I poke and probe too hard, my center indubitably falls a p a r t. And what a waste it would be to not use my egg to nourish, fuel, repair, feed. |
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