what meant, what mattered.
2005-11-14 9:19 a.m.
i've forgotten how to stand, being so long bowed, so wind blown and bent, facing the south in my midwestern torments, resound, resound, the sea has no place in the city, the city is made for touching bodieslandmasses and empty promises, some connection that feathered out on distance, that went quiet sent in handwritten letters, how we bettered ourselves, and thus became better
at practice, parading our hands in their angles, our loving engagements, our hapless encounters as the truth we were living.
could i say we were happy? we were barely existing.