Monday, February 3, 2020

Two poems for Gertrude Stein’s 146th birthday.


The Morning News https://ift.tt/2RUbPd7

Bait, bait tore, tore her clothes, toward it, toward a bit, toward a sit, sit down in, in vacant surely lots, a single mingle, bait and wet, wet a single establishment that has a lily lily grow. Come to the pen come in the stem, come in the grass grown water.

↩︎ Berfrois

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