morning letter for -------
and you, who secretly so often wanted only a twenty-nine palms life and all the sorcery that springs forth from such nights and hours you, who smile so frantically when thinking about it who looks down in shy stares at the earth, a smile almost as large as san francisco loomes out from beneath your falling hair. but you, who so often wanted the twenty-nine palms life and now so eagerly accept the slowness of a church life- you are wasted years: you are spent time admiring everything from afar (the half lived life) the sum of experiences craved and sun rays you longed to feel on your skin but instead settle for a cotton filtered light and maybe that's where you belong, but it's not where i pictured you. it's not what i imagined for you knowing you as i did.
2006-08-01 | 2:47 p.m.
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