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
