Sunday, November 2, 2008
I am not a person today.
i am not a person today.
my throat is so dry.
( she has such little eyes.
when she talks they both squint )
but there are no more words.
( when she left she took everything )
i am brushing her hair.
it is full of tangles but they break against my fingers because my fingers are thick.
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