and how am i?
Sep. 28th, 2005 11:30 ami have lines of text running through my head
every image is the start of a poem
and i can't always get the words down
last night i stopeed talking
this morning i couldn't find
the worker
in a few hours
i'll have unabridged joy on my arm
and letters under my fingers again
every image is the start of a poem
and i can't always get the words down
last night i stopeed talking
this morning i couldn't find
the worker
in a few hours
i'll have unabridged joy on my arm
and letters under my fingers again