eiffel tired
i go through emotions
like
a pile of clothes on the floor.
the closet broke,
the
wooden pole split
in half
from the weight (it
couldn't
hold on
any longer) and so i wade
through
deadly pieces,
sleeves and shoulders on the floor
beside my knees
and
they all blur together.
so
many colors, so many folds.
i
build my world
around
the buttons
and
i try
to hold it (all) together...
Monday, August 2, 2010
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