"i got mail.
was an envelope full of words from a gertrude stein poem.
i took the liberty of touching them
rubbing them
(as per instructions)
and then i rearranged them to my discretion.
on the tarnished pathetic cardboard box next to my chair that serves as a table i now have a lovely poem
it reads
on
sad old gertrude stein
so it was
a negligible day
pour soon old heavy star
cent per a moon
even a watch
does press
sun water
or
or
gee wasn't that nice
sam"
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