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 18, 2011
1/15/11
I'll just I'll only ever compare us
to the most intangible things;
We are living dinosaurs -
We are the end of world hunger
We are flightless dodos with golden wings.
We are soaked in coulda/woulda/shoulda:
taking baths but never clean.
Love this.
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