I don’t know if it’s
teeming or About to
BURST or what?
But I can feel the
great leaden weight
of my stomach—
what have I done
to myself—my reward
undoing. Sweat sweetly sliding
through the hair on my
chest.
Tag: first draft
Untitled, 072820131301 [draft For Gettysburg, Whitman]
Smell the breath of grass
First at their backs and bayonetted sides
Because this, the duty of the living:
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