Writing :: Variations on Catullus
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Epitaph
I buried my sparrow
at the base of an olive tree--
young, green--I hope
the trunk will grow
Categories: Poetry, Variations on Catullus
Marking Territory
I love him, you know. He’s a goat
that eats the leaves off a prize rosebush,
stinks up the garden, and butts his head
softly against your thigh when you appear
with a stick in hand.
Categories: Poetry, Variations on Catullus