...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.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
at the moment can only write in light... greetings anyway, loyal reader(s).
2 comments:
She builds no watch tower.She lives like
the birds, self-contained they hop and peck;
she could conceal herself for a week
We expect nothing except what you can offer. (Can't believe I missed this in the a.m.!
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