poems.
a few (mostly) unedited poems. I promise nothing.
Monday, June 07, 2010
thc
I will remember sitting on the lake
suspended in it by the little boat
with his hot fingers just inside me and
his arm against my throat and thinking
this is not how I'm supposed to feel.
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June 9, 2010 at 12:44 AM
wow, well said
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wow, well said
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