3rd

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions

* just daring us to*
they keep speaking to me in shades of
comfort, tho pain, is my 1^st language,
crossing my eyes & peeling my heart
…understand; i am predisposed
to these knots of probability as
a flower turning to face the
sun …i could tell you
everything, but
i don’t want
to know