the sides of a sphere

and now, without sunlight or dank fairy tales i can think of little wooded areas and smooth green pastures where the colors fall upward (on us) i didn't mean to see it that way but things are so simple at midnight these lovely lonly unforgettable fruits of labor and the sailboats slip away

...but that's why
what's why i said i loved you and lent you to the storm,it all seemed so important, and warm.

like the day after surgery in a mental ward
i let go of you as my fingers slipped from the edges of a balcony in the mind

so there you are, a dozen stories up, three between us.

i still know you when it's beautiful out...

2003-02-21 | 2:34 p.m.
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