Will Blend in for Meaning
Singing on without a pause, peppy, frantic even, a voice alone to keep the world awake
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Paper Jam
I drank a
mocha.
I spent time with a
friend
I hadn't seen in
a long
time.
I was given
PINK
buttons.
I hugged a small
child.
But all of this
this good
this joy
can be blustered
dumped in the
toilet
by something as simple
as a
paper
jam.
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