2015 2/2

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It’s 3:00 am EST and I’m sitting in a hotel in Rapid City I wonder where my heart would register If it could be tracked like postage....

Just like the big, yellow orb of sun Holds herself up an hour before sunset Not by threads of narrow light thrown to unreaching hands...

Ce que je veux C’est la tranquillité de la belle journée sur la plage dans le soleil C’est la croyance honnête en ce que je fasse, En mes...

Dans ma vie What will I be? A towering tree? The rising sea? A blessing to thee? A happy part of “we”? In this scene How will I seem?...

I. The walls of our bathroom are cinderblock, painted a pale yellow color. Yesterday I heard a girl throw up in the stall next to me. I...

Perhaps today is a day for writing for me And tea, a bit gentler than coffee Though there’s already a whole pot brewed and waiting....