for sake.
fur(r)ied. scaried. tarry marry fallow sallow skinned alive my guts crashing. i h-ate you. h-te you. h-te you. your image does not float through tables and chairs. nor my legs...
oh chelsea, where is my 11 yr old printout copy of lucille clifton's "fury"? "her hand is crying." remember this, "there is nothing you will not bear for this woman." rubies red as coals. FURNACES not furnishings.
it was a summer, and we lie cold like winter. i miss. but it's creaking, pain. thimble-pressed; sore joints.
today i read beyond the spiraling staircase, down a-ways. a sea of a comfy chair; i couldn't stand...i leaked and fell through the cracks in the plush. over and over my dear.
brian greene loves richard feynman as my father does and did.
and those mentions make me smile.
i feel like felling. to-day.
but nothing, not nothing...
(sigh)
oh chelsea, where is my 11 yr old printout copy of lucille clifton's "fury"? "her hand is crying." remember this, "there is nothing you will not bear for this woman." rubies red as coals. FURNACES not furnishings.
it was a summer, and we lie cold like winter. i miss. but it's creaking, pain. thimble-pressed; sore joints.
today i read beyond the spiraling staircase, down a-ways. a sea of a comfy chair; i couldn't stand...i leaked and fell through the cracks in the plush. over and over my dear.
brian greene loves richard feynman as my father does and did.
and those mentions make me smile.
i feel like felling. to-day.
but nothing, not nothing...
(sigh)