...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
vicarious romance
living through my 11 year-old niece, whose particular-friend Philip said in her absence, "I see your face everywhere, even in my lunch tray..."
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