Between diabetes and insomnia lies this place
the stars speak in sign-language
Monday, June 28, 2004
the space that keeps me apart (from you)
hope, and
a handful
with no pockets
to keep it
hope, and
a heart machine
to keep me
breathing
hope, and
a half second
daydream
before gravity
makes itself into
a grave
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