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a boarding pass you clutch like cocaine
aphids riding drops of rain
dry reservoirs for fountain pens
ends, ends, ends, ends.
some nights I taste you
and we shape unsymmetries on your bed
lovers nestled like continents
So, I was looking at old pictures and thought the progression was pretty funny.
every plan is a tiny prayer
2 Comments Published March 6th, 2007 in Play-By-Play, Ruminations, Whitworth, Metanonsense.I think it’s important to be very deliberate in living, and to make sure that money doesn’t become something we do for its own sake, but rather a means to a deliberate end – namely, freeing our lives to be more about social realities and less about material substitutes. This has occurred to me a […]
