Morning Notes

Because I was poor and had no servants
I rang the bell and called for my dead brother
Do you know how that is?


Now of course it’s not true, it’s the soul…


Yes we are helplessly strange, it’s the soul…


Alright, alright, alright, stop it…
It’s the soul…

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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