Thursday, July 7, 2011

in a big pile, unbelievable, not unbelievably big, the things all stacked and knotty in the way that works.

i get so jumpy, i forgot how specific you are, how reasonable i am to like what i like.


gold gold river, rush rush, not like a body. slow heart, slow legs, not like a body, like warmth.

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