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Sun. Nov. 09, 2008 - 1:22 in the P.M. I'm not going to get over this alone, but it looks like that's my only option. Put up or shut up - preferrably the latter. Every open ending makes everything hazier and hazier - never clearer. Today I was thinking about how you once loved me talking to you in a manner reserved only for times of steaming and shuddering skin. I drew out of you a vocabulary that would boil and run tracks in the measured language that you usually use. I tried to recall you doing so any time in recent history and lowered my head and bottomed out my heart when the only instances I could come up with were those spent with someone else. p.s. The sound of one hand clapping: |