We are both awake, although you
don't know this. You are putting
your burned CDs in alphabetical order
again, wearing a smile like a witch's
hat. A small white refrigerator
starts humming. A computer has
been humming. They are in tune;
they make a major sixth. This makes
you happy, like waiting for the busy
signal that comes when you hold
the handset to your ear for a few seconds
after the end of a long conversation.















Devious Comments
--
'to display my power, I ate a stool.'
~Ryan
--
It really is a shame about raisins
Often times I find myself wishing I could be a metaphor.
Satine says "YES. I NEED YOUR POETRY NOW!"
--
Someone drew a face on my Heart.
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