Sunday, January 28, 2007

A Day



What have I gotten into?
I like your lip, even when it's swollen or pierced

and where are you when I cannot find anything to throw at the past that I find myself looking down at
Just telling me to look up
I'm moving
and so are you.
"She was elusive; she was today; she was tomorrow..."

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