...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.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
for A.
heart frees a friend to fly. it happened again this evening, just like from our Hell's Kitchen rooftop.
