January 2011
6 posts
All it takes is, "Good night, sweet girl."
It was a book and now it’s a child’s book. You were Christopher Robin and I’m still Pooh. And stuff changes and stuffing gets stale but that’s because it’s always the same and you can expect it to be so and I wonder if that’s good or if it’s alright that it’s coming out of me. And I’ve saved my commas through the pause that you needed and...
It's colder here
I sleep better with an extra pair of legs.
same kind of none
same kind of order
a mystery that becomes
privacy that becomes
personality that is reduced to a simmer
and though I hold a fraction
of the whole that it was
you cannot boil milk without aging it
and peevish of a drink that it happens to be
it is simple as we both wish we were
and we’re better
with cream
