ode to e.e.
by Francine DuBois
next to of course god america I love you with all my f.ing heart
with up so floating many bell jars down
with grasshoppers and flowers wet with dew.
and you were there, and you were there,
and oh, you were there too.
and i love you since feeling is first and sex is second and wisdom is
and you are: mud-
and you are: puddle-
and you are: somewhere i always travel
(your eyes have their innocence, your style, your charm)
hooray for the poems of eddie estlin. what would you do with microsoft's
auto-capitalization these days?
i like kittens i do
come on kid: let's
go to sleep.
Based on several poems of e.e. cummings.
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