Tuesday, May 06, 2014

holy days: an attempt at chiaroscuro

strange to end up lost in this
house i’ve called home for
fifteen years, and strange to
spend so much time considering
suicide on these bright
blue morning

if you were here with me,
you would be beautiful and stoned
if we had children, they would
learn to live with disappointment

they would understand the
inevitability of being born in
a building on fire

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