Wednesday, June 16, 2004
today she wrotea poem
her hair fell straight down
like an arrow
wispy scented feelers
that tickled
today he laughed
and put his elbow in a puddle
almost
his blood rushed on and on
mouth smiled, fingernails grew an atom
today they
practiced being happy. nodding
like bamboo leaves
in the wind
her wrists are so thin and
his veins are so full
they could be
so destructive, together
them be, them become
sharp
and sudden streams flow
Mina at 9:49 PM