i was stretched out like a garden. you were pulling the weeds.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
the table is set with even, straight lines measured out spaces the dullest knives
then it was evening, but now it is night, sink dripping, the occasional headlight moving through the windowpane
Monday, July 10, 2006
i dreamt about you last night (& i fell out of bed twice)
Friday, April 14, 2006
... in the same way that dirt beneath your fingernails proves that you're alive
Friday, March 10, 2006
every winter's ending seems impossible, but it's merely just unwritten & i'm hoping those days were the final paragraphs, waiting for the closure of punctuation in the form of an open window