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.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
2/15/11
kissing soot and kissing sky
kissing one another, deeper
with pacts in blood, in the dark
we become each other's keeper.
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