#2013
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
bring me things to break myself upon till
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
we are nearly always a world which almost
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal