another pink flower day, late afternoon sun slat intothe blinds, weekend of surreality, can't get back my stateof grace -- another kind of bride, anotherkind of waiting. the supplements and gelatin cost toomuch, he has a headache and doesn't wantit, I need a kidney ultrasound before thingscan be knit together. stagnant eternal present until --… Continue reading poem: headcold
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 