Now he eats with his good hand

Now Sephus crawled out of the dustland’s roots.
Said to his mother: give me fruit.
Wrapt his arms in the air he breathed.
Said to his father: give me meat.
Sephus saw his ribs one day.
When noon came, he wasted away.

Came to me one day, in piano class, and everyone laughed and I felt good for a little while.

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~ by Jeremy on April 12, 2009.

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