Sunday, August 31, 2008

Poem (?) from August 31st, 2008.


I think the dead cat I drug from the street made me sick
My hands itch, I'm feeling lightheaded
Maybe it was the carnival air - all the flies and garbage, or maybe
I contracted leprosy from someone in the E.R. waiting room
And there's a worm in me, I know it,
From the water I drank while touring the favelas
Of Rio de Janeiro

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