Saturday, June 27, 2009

In Cate's, on the futon

I'm thinking about location
And cast shadows
On walls and doors
Showing through
Closed eyelids
Contemplating the strength needed to reopen
I'm thinking about friends
And more
And actions taken or less
Visitors and mountains
Climb, fuckers
Sluts, is this adventure?
I once did not know what I know now.
Refraction keeps me at bay.
Let him go.
Let him go soon
Let's finish it all.


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