April 2010
You were like wine turned to water then turned back to wine!
WatchI love this
blur
because you’re not here.
all eyes
i can see them all.
my pores slam shut
no warmth.
because i’m dead
“A cat came drifting onto a porch from the outside cold
And with eyes closed,...”
– mewithoutyou “a glass can only spill what it contains” 