Monday, August 16, 2010

Envy

The wind brought us close to butterflies and yellow maples.  We danced, read each other’s memoirs, hung the pictures of who we wanted to be in front of our bed and went to sleep.  We woke and said: That is who I want to be.

rejection, the
penumbra of voices
that differ

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