the world is a beautiful place
all things are sad because they are temporary, in our eyes,
people have become buttered--bursting like a radish heated
too much in the oven. there is no political correctness in reference to the human
and we must learn to write not only when we are sad or destructive or bored of ourselves.
if capturing a glimpse of a kiss on a barefoot while the smell of balsamic wafts through the
floorboards is all we can do-- i want to be here a thousand times longer.
if you must know, i don't think i've run out of words like i said.
you said the most important thing is not our work but our spirit. i want to hike
through the south of france to believe it.
and eat ice cream sandwiches with you ten thousand times over
because we are not only ourselves when we are in the dark, but where
our lampshades do not hide the glint of yellow any longer.