younger, i was a fort-
builder, hunkered down
in doddering bunkers
made out of blankets and old
boxes; constructing solitude within
which i could imagine myself
the lord of something far
larger, a new world order
absent bed times or neighbor-
hood borders. now i find myself
a desk-dweller, a free-time hoarder,
stuffing novels inside notebooks
frantically
growing older.
1 comment:
And I love it.
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