In my Accent
By blackeyedsusan
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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In My Accent
Mouth of mine
(strange but
honest)
framed
with a foreign curl
and closed.
Bags of garbage and
lined houses whose antennas
stab at heaven,
quietly
(by Christmas I will not be anything).
But each morning on the train
you may consider
me
(a somewhat
unpleasant
temporary)
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