Often, there are tunnels and holes and shovels for fingers. This poem is about the digging process.

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Danielle Hunt, as a child, aspired to be Madonna but instead settled to dance on the hood of a car while waiting for a train to pass. She sometimes despises cell phones but accepts them for their relations with the robots. She lives in Riverside, California and has a fabulous garden.

Table of Contents photo, "Barnacles," by modomatic of flickr.



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