August 2009
2 posts
i want that summery summary song
one that, with time, will erase what’s between optimism and
missed opportunities
a song that lasts three monthly minutes
that remembers it all
so we don’t have to
Today I feel like food that’s been left out overnight.
Even my cigarette butt-
but-
but I hope you’ll find this a relevant detail
and not merely an indulgence-
My cigarette butt is stale when it hits the sidewalk.
Midas has rusted over and left me
Sluggishly
Detached
July 2009
1 post
June 2009
27 posts
May 2009
5 posts
