Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Heater is Dead

Cold like a womb
the plush carpet stiff
under foot naked
tripping forward into
brilliant missiles

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Car in the shop so working to get a ride from a co-worker. Should happen, get out of the shell apartment with its dripping windows of condescension. Yeah, that's what I said. But then when I'm not getting what I want done, everything challenges me.

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