hotcoldwetwarm.
tossing blankets.
writhing madly
like a fish. gills
franticallysearch
forwatertobreathe.
donotpanicplease.
JANEisnotplain 8.28.11 0348am
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
d.p.
d.p.
he took the glass dropper into his mouth and
squeezed out its mitigating contents onto his
tongue. it tasted bitter like an orange peel and,
he did not remember his purpose. so soon you
will forget, a voice tells him. forgive the way
some things were, he whispered. celebrate
things the way they [ ].
0346 am 8.5.11
in loving memory
in loving memory
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