A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
1/1/11
I knew it was yours -
(my mistake)
Nerves like tidal forces
dripping in the wake.
I remember the time
I forgot what it was like
to be afraid.
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