Lifting his head
To taste the dark–
Multifoliate.
The rose is shrunken
Inward on the stem.
The grass is wet.
Over and over
I tell myself:
Selfishness is
The first great sin.
perching on your arms and shoulders
Lifting his head
To taste the dark–
Multifoliate.
The rose is shrunken
Inward on the stem.
The grass is wet.
Over and over
I tell myself:
Selfishness is
The first great sin.
Hi, Naomi.
I miss your guts. I don’t know if you check facebook anymore. That’s the only way I knew to get in touch with you. I left you a message. I’m moving to India. I’m leaving tonight. I need your summer address, so I can write you.
Love.