A poop pouch for a brain.
A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen.
Being splenetic is only the half of it—
There is no self awareness.
What I’m Reading:
In Key West, the living surround the dead,
who are the best neighbors
silent and agreeable as well-swept porches.
— Jacqueline Allen Trimble / “Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West”
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