Friday, February 28, 2014
I Need a Bowl
28 February 2014
Every time a thought begins to congeal,
she stirs the pot with a question
or a request for my attention.
So the words stay soupy and amorphous,
spill out on the page without form.
Carie Maria Bowen
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