He sits at his desk in a huge room,
in a huge building on a huge campus,
somewhere in the huge midwest, you know. An old woman rides a horse across
his desk.
He glances up, distracted momentarily, discomfited momentarily, you know
what I mean?
I mean, reading/L.A. Instruction: Adding inside; where is it, what is it?
where is it? at
home he sits again. A port of round stains, old and ground, cold out,
November 22, 2005.
-Don Boyd
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