Peter Schwartz
letter #1 (scarecrow)
mr. scarecrow-
make me a world without birds
I'll be your amputee
your fallen.
confessions of a 38 year old mute
lately I've been thinking I'm a victim of voice
the perfect prey for its flurries and lapses
its potholes and ironies
its whims and complicated wounds;
thinking like a ghost must, in a cloud
without roots...
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