Thursday, January 25, 2007

number 34

food & thought
I ate pita bread, three pieces, calling it lunch and it was a reminder of the communion reminder as I sat thinking about where she's been, where she's come from, and what she wants to hear versus what I have to say.


Hello?
She wants to break my silence.
I have only one word left--
he's paid for all my poems.

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