I’m a bone, you’re a bone | 10 February 2007

I’m a bone, you’re  bone (Popa’s line)
welded together by dust.
If you return, I’ll return
(with you). Make flesh
out of all the fruit we cannot
eat. Who said the garden was paradise?

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