Nava Fader
Running away from home is slower (A. Rich)

in passing
in passing through aside
astride the question of locomotor by heels
by tooth or by nail true grit
toll all told pulled
like taffy pinkest sweetwater a tongue
stretches and pales doubled back
on itself Finally
Francis will sit
under the kitchen sink and make
mock phone calls to her motherís house
as she rat-a-tat does what she likes
and likes to be lonely What is it
you do there all by yourself
Please never release me tent poles
through the teat hank of
round the doorknob
If he turns me into
a tree I will still
though rooted move
inside.  The earth all

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