Nota Bene

“Grammar is a piano I play by ear, since I seem to have been out ofschool the year the rules were mentioned. All I know


“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we haveswallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers ofwisdom, characters


Your stories died with you./
So now I can no longer ask/
how sweet the nectar is/
when sucked from the stems/
of santan./

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