Month: May 2019

A Red Handkerchief on Grass

i’m talking to you on the phone with the messages, you’re sending me them and I’m sleepy and in the bed and lying next to her and the sheets are up in me, the sun is coming through yellowy; outside the bed is cold inside the bed is warm you’re

Quickie

The secret is not to create mercilessly But to make what other people thought They only knew privately – When you show them something they Felt inside and quiet and alone It’s like a magick trick except Instead of pulling a coin from behind An ear it’s a heart from

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