Monday, February 25, 2013


it's your grandmother's floor and your bare toes or
linoleum hospital tiles and that moulding that
only went halfway up, bisecting the walls like we
bisected ourselves.
[i was] half green, half blue
until they tore down the whole thing and painted it medication yellow.

(wrote a poem about ivy with roots that cling to 
seemingly nothing [which is beautiful]
and barbed wire teeth.
wrote a poem about seemingly nothing and felt 
everything in the world that there was to feel.)

it was sunny today
which was nice.

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