Sunday, November 29, 2009

this hem line

when i know someone to be there and it is now the here that is my frame.
as it happened to be november twenty first

with our tea not unlike that towel

(this is not an) escape (from)

those plotterings of others on into the backs. them that i love.

as i know in some moments less than (i can see from below)

alice i have never been more uncertain

some staircase that happened to be the one. disintegrating with every muscle pulled too limp

our light faded faster than the time

and we reached for the cables of where we knew things had been attached

attempting to rationalize some consistency to the batter churning (churning) as i worry it has been overfolded