they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

the glass house project. entry 2.

entry no. 2 (mess.)

this is messy
and I don’t seem to remember
what order looked like
and how it felt
to have everything in its place
and hung according to season and color and style
with never more than one day of settled dust
or gus hair
or whatever else floated around
the air in that space --

the air that delighted,
as did i,
in one crazy-eyed dog
and a lot of purple
and red
and an orange wall or two.


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