December 2010
8 posts
i will spread myself like wings. i am a million...
everything, everything, everything sets me back.
song intro’s, smalls pups and french presses.
once i stop moving, i can barely breathe and can i just
focus on that cement layer
smoothing, smoothing, smoothing
every sidewalk square?
and thats all i can think about, and that’s all
i can know for now.
