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.

Sunday, August 19, 2007


full of clothes
and sweaters
and that one really cute handbag
need to be emptied,
moved to storage
or to a place where they've never been before

and they likely won't recognize it -
this place -
because it's smaller
and taller
and it's not quite home


it's foreign
with no backyard
or front stoop
or best friend neighbors

it doesn't have gas burners
patio furniture
a purple couch
a crazy-eyed dog
or someone to come home to

no one knocks on its door
or comes by to visit
most don't even know
where i've gone

but i'm there
and some days
it hurts
to breathe in this space
that i don't quite know
what to do with


  • At 8:30 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    where's gus?

  • At 5:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    is everything ok?

  • At 9:22 PM, Blogger Kat said…

    I'm with everyone else...what's going on? Are you moving?


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