24.5.07

feels as water does, again.
vacant lines dissipating above the next rise in earth,
we struggle under heat.

force it and it crumbles.
the ease with which i may slide into new routines
tucked into place, the slack of shaken dirt

mumbling catastrophes
at gulleys that will hold me
and hold me

2 comments:

Travis said...

come home so I can hug you and eat your brains, please?

Anonymous said...

I grad in two days. As always I wish you were here. Phone me, or e-mail me and tell me about yourself.

love,
Dee