Poem for Little Momma
Birdy-oes
haunt,
like pieces of
real gone
confetti,
this here crAAAzy
sunset,
whereas I
don't,
but wish I could.
źródło: The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings
o źródle i prawach
tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings" (Houghton Mifflin, 1999)
14.06.2026