The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: December, 2016

Above Sea Level

The man built
a boat
in the basement
and though
it had sails
it did not sail

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While it rains I think of that which is irreparable

If I think
too much
of the I
and who
of us
doesn’t
then the I
becomes
a splinter
in my thumb

all the good poems these days

seem to be about caves