when i wring out my blue wash cloth,
the water that trickles down is still tinted blue
this disturbs me considerably
when i wring my hands, standing on the brink of a daydream
your name is still the first thing on my mind
like a reflex, like a bad habit, like an old friend
this saddens me considerably
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
considerably blue
from the fingertips of d li at 12:23 AM
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