Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Tourist, to a store clerk. Amitchka; 1996.

We burned them
their beautiful language
all those words for snow
burned their tongues, eyes, and ears
blind men in a snowstorm have
only their hands and
Snow melts quickly. There is no way home.

And I suppose you think an apology enough
if it’s written on a 75 cent postcard.

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