Archive for February 8th, 2012
Monday in the Leather Hallway Chair
When I freeze, I breathe.
There are loving black shoes,
and they kick at my gut, warmly.
When I warm, I watch for grace,
but what am I expecting from so low?
There is a smooth movement.
I know I would never freeze again,
but I know I’ve been dreaming again.
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