February 2011
Reaching for the bedside light just as I leave your window. Alone in the forest with the wolves and good intentions. We can’t sew it, so we fake it, and we make it look good. They don’t notice, so I don’t notice and we never reach you.
And you said, “we’re hanging by a thread.” and I said, “it’s getting weaker by the strand.”
You said, “meet after dark. In the back if the store and we’ll go into...
January 2011
Men who lie down every evening with death.
Everywhere, henceforth, life was suspended, except in her heart, where at that very moment someone was weeping with pain and wonder.
You wonder if something that looks alive on the surface, is actually alive or not.
Gonna put music in my ears and daydream about my dream girl
