Mine
The walls and ceilings
have been constructed
in such a way that
my applause returns
to me in the form
of an echo. I am so
relieved to hear it.
I had been afraid
that the poor
and starving might
have figured out
a way to get
their hands on
what is mine.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
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