CARAPACE (POEMS) by Henry Kanabus

Poetry from Studies with Ed Dorn and Ted Berrigan

Monday, November 25, 2013

Dance Poem

Grandma is so intelligent
her incisor teeth
                  remain diligent

after 14 years
in the sod.
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