i'm looking out the rear window,
my neck hurts.
there are water spots on the glass,
a constellation of fragmented thoughts.
A conversation with the lights off,
i thought you were still there. (here)
turns out,
turns in,
i am only talking to myself.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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i mailed you over a month ago. did you get it?
yes. i'm just so out of it. i'm so sorry to have you waiting. i promise as soon as i get my pieces together and i am thinking straight and cohesively, i'll write.
your letter did make me so happy, you should know.
Gorgeousness.
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