Camp Wilderness Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Camp Wilderness

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Killing white daisies-
penniless loafers at
camp wilderness.
So proud he was.

His two front teeth
bent inward. I'm sorry,
he said.

I hate the backwash of
his bite and how it latched
onto me, the one with open ears and mind,
the one temporarily blind.

My worshipping tongue:
what he said I said
in exact detail.
I did trap our moment filled with life-
like a legless human saying
he believed in a caring god.

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MARINA GIPPS

MARINA GIPPS

Chicago, Illinois
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