Wednesday, December 4, 2013

IN THE SPACE BETWEEN YOUR LAST TWO BREATHS—

Uncountable
waves of involuntary

warm light came
running—

streaming
through the pine

woods—blushing
completely

unimagined—
swaying patterns

onto those
conspicuous-

ly white and
scrawny

hammock
legs of yours.

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