Pessimists are hap-empty. Optimists are half fools.
diminished fourteenth
January 30, 2010what song fits your jigsaw seam?
your pencil cut bleed?
wandering
placate youself and believe the signs
press the two-pillar button pause
checking the meanders
toes testing tepid water
feel safe
palms chafe
maybe to comfort, maybe to excoriate
temperate reprimands
in the past,
we’ve never held hands
never traced your in-creases
maybe I can tell your
future?
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