Wednesday, December 23, 2009


I kid.

You kid?

No, you are a child.

I don’t think whatever you sent,

Actually did.

Where are you left off then?

Where can I fill you in?

Because you’ve always made my blood,

too thin.

Between my lungs

As my breath escapes me

Thicker than the clouds hanging low above my head

Making me claustrophobic, as though we were both

In a small room

Where I worried,

Until you laughed.

At what?

Don’t worry about it, you said.

I’m confused,

Maybe you didn’t say anything.

But you did!

And you smiled!

And I fell in love


And again, 

And again.

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