Sunbeams: They taught me that the truth would make me free but failed to warn me of the kind of trouble I’d get into by trying to tell it—I remain duly grateful. --Margaret Atwood
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
rough craft
i wonder what poem to put in my pocket after i secret the life of bees and i live the secrets of me under the vespering prelilac trees causing my eyes to itch and i want a cigarette to help me remember from which i used to be
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i'm not even sure if it's finished or not!
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