The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for April 2002

Two fragments


like the woman
wearing black gloves
typing in the
    [and all of spacetime
    set in the background]

2. (a revelation)

vision of
how we’re strapped
to the wheel
of time by our
the future
key to the

an old woman
fat, limping along
with a wry
       she’s alive
on this day

    [is going to
    the postoffice
    to mail
    a letter a
    breathing in
    taking your

the wheel rotates
whether we’re on
it or not, so
    pack up
    your sorrows

March 2002

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