Sunday, February 05, 2006

for a, with love.

caffiene makes my stomach
ache (as do you, only
caffiene goes away but you
are like a winestain on a
white carpet; a
stubborn memory always
there but hidden beneath
a cushion or
a fern
.); a spill

everybody but your eyes see-
somehow you are
looking through your fingers but
never at me

impervious, i think
you came wrapped in plastic,
a ken doll:
untouchable, perfect. everyone's
all the time each one thinking your smile is theirs wholly-

but i know

Mina at 2:14 AM