COCONUT
Every friend's death
whittles me down
to size (or words
to that effect).
I live on an
island no ship
visits. I can
swim, but not
well enough to
reach the mainland
(which is where
mankind resides).
I had coconut
for lunch.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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