Hannah Emerson
Please be with me great free animals. I want to be
with you great being of light. Please see me great

nobody nobody nobody hell animals trying to go
to helpful keepers of the knowledge try to go

to the place in the mud that is where I try to live
in peace great mud of this great kissing loving

earth lovely messy yucky in mud on my face if
kissing mother loving me is the great animal

that is named Hannah. Please greet me in
the mud it is great mess please go to oh

the bucket to get the water to try to make
more mud yes. Please try to get the mud

helpful to you if you become mud too.
Please get that great animals are all

autistic. Please love poets we are the first
autistics. Love this secret no one knows it.
from the book THE KISSING OF KISSING / Milkweed Editions
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