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
2/3/11
like speaking (not) in tongues
if we wanted to
and feeling like the layer
underneath my Sunday best
lying awake in the wake of it
dying to wind into a moment's rest
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