Saturday, November 20, 2004
he called me in the dark, said
"heya, oh"
without reaching out for my hand, or anything else
frankly, nothing had been seen
Poet says with her maggots at 8:39 PM
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
the plastic rose, please blossom with anger
Poet says with her maggots at 8:24 PM
Monday, November 15, 2004
they said: "your hands are cold"
well
NO KIDDING!!!
hooray for I am two weeks away from EVERYTHING, yes everything
Poet says with her maggots at 10:45 AM