Tuesday, September 27, 2011

oella avenue

a thought occurred to me,
which was,
"maybe i should write you a poem"
and then when
(as i'm doing it)
it happened
i realized, "oh,
wait, i write you one
every day"
with my skin, no
matter how often you
get to feel it
and no matter how
many hiccups i have
it still all means the same:
me, and
it's a painting, a


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