candor.
2006-04-25 1:05 p.m.
this is my first time, and it is not easy, it is not casual, those hands : the hands that live as though they (all by themselves) could father children : they are not gentle.in the same way, i've given up forgiveness (young again, ramshackling my bicycle bones to make them leaner, flight, those children clamor up the brickwork for attention), moved on to bigger things, teethy smiles that calm me when i'm aching, friendships
that spare rods, that have spoiled me into fulfilling expectations, have taught me (recklessly) to concieve
only to regret my misconception.