(as my newly painted
already chipping
nails, and fingers
type this out,
this,
a mess of thoughts
trying to expel
that thing only children
and optimists have)
what i think i know?
don't you know?
oh, don't you know?
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- cameo in the next to last scene.
- hold for third.
- lightly
- watercolor and pencil.
- about value.
- week of injuries.
- crawling.
- game day
- if
- typos.
- No title
- your wish
- directions:
- 1997.
- 1996?
- 1994?
- friday night
- mercy.
- between silences.
- lines of conversation.
- love poem 137
- how to
- strangers
- oh don't you know--
- 5 for 5
- good afternoon
- two.
- lucid
- a scrape and some
- a leak
- i am
- too old.
- listen.
- without words.
- maybe
- i call you _______________
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