Wednesday, March 19, 2008

certainly, dark.


for all that has disappeared in the winter months, you would think a sun-sensitive sun box would be offered to the choking thing in our eyes.

a sort of salve. a womb of sorts.

my cat, jack, likes to have his head tucked into the palm of my hand.

i'm thinking of something like that. what do you do when the sun demands its time of season to begin (as a friend of mine says) opressing you.

i think it's unfair.

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