just finished the collected works of billy the kid by Michael Ondaatje
built a lean-to out of sticks and branches on the beach
can't see the dog
she has gone to lie down behind a large logs end
i move
from my blanket
and lower myself onto the stones
beside her
this blanket no longer seems so fine to me
i wish to be married to the earth without
an old fantasy expands
as i pee in the cave
I'll walk across Canada!
but first
release everything i call mine
they say we are being thought
i would like to thank my male companions
for gifting me with some of the most important lessons and experiences of my life.
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