Monday, June 28, 2004
turn away, it’sall the same to he and she. he
won’t miss her fingers creeping into his
in the dark
she won’t
they won’tthink of him when the moon is full
talk beyond sleep, beyond schedules, beyond sanity, won’t wait
for each other at lunch. turn
away, it’s
all the same to them
she won’t
wear his t-shirts to bed he won’t
you sad; it'shave her walk on thisside of the road why are
all the same to them
Mina at 6:11 PM
