Wednesday, January 4, 2012

              (1)

Running fingers through
my hairless scalp
I breathe in another
Sunset


My "Y" has become
like the ones in
your inky letters



           (2)

You walked in wet
soaked in winter rain

you chirped
you fluttered

In my kitchen
the hissing kettle

smoked another
spring another
Monsoon

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