at least that's something

Handling words
and putting down sorrow, was never
my strong-suit
even something I was good at
but telling about
the aging of emotion
came easy as town whores
or fifteen year old
boys
and something more than all of this tells me
that trying not to is the easy part
not having to is where it gets hard
not getting to or not wanted to
that�s where the lines fade
and I am the last on earth
whose lottery winnings come in saddle bags and
tear ducts.

2004-01-06 | 1:04 p.m.
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