Monday, January 3, 2011

Fragmen

1.
Confronted at every turn by the fearsome possibility of love
and the inevitability of having always to speak in my own voice.

2.
Everyone knows something that I don't know.
The threat of food.

3.
The threat of food.

4.
This afternoon, I watched the sun back out of the room.
I was trying to clear a little space.

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