hug
say where the bed goes, my smoking
indoors, windows open
damn humid inside
sweatty, or the bodies that don't stay there
telling them to shift around,
lake
swim, the fish that don't travel
miniature sharks
livng in a puddle.
when i'm older i will drink less,
maybe i will be able
to walk.
26 April 2011
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