And In a few months I'll be standing on the rim Of the Grand Canyon Whispering your name So that it doesn't echo. As if I were some giant Slab of a man Spitting the spent husks Of sunflower seeds Into a roadside ditch I crack The sharp shells With my teeth Deftly tonguing seeds Into my mouth— Salted fibers lingering Just long enough To enjoy The sweet salinity. '
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We Lost Nikki Yesterday
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And In a few months I'll be standing on the rim Of the Grand Canyon Whispering your name So that it doesn't echo. As if I were some giant Slab of a man Spitting the spent husks Of sunflower seeds Into a roadside ditch I crack The sharp shells With my teeth Deftly tonguing seeds Into my mouth— Salted fibers lingering Just long enough To enjoy The sweet salinity. '