Thursday, March 12, 2009

This Morning

I like that sad way you make me sweet when I think of you I get scared my plane will go down that people will pick through my things and not know what I considered important or that the things on the wall or a volume of poetry with a ticket marking a page isn't marking a page but is an important ticket because it's connected to a memory that went away with me like that day in central park last summer when we slept on the hill by the boat pond and how the light was perfect and we both slept with the memory of buckminster fuller's domes still in our heads there was tragedy all around us but it felt like it ebbed a bit and allowed us to sleep in the world's big city on a patch of grass with cars swirling by just yards away we found somewhere to sleep because we felt so comfortable in the world for a moment so if something happens to me know that I thought of that this morning.


Anonymous kimberly said...


7:57 AM  
Anonymous Joanna said...


11:08 AM  
Blogger birthday girl said...

soft & sweet. slight & yellow.

1:46 PM  
Anonymous Jenny said...

I can hear the cars and feel the hill.

5:46 PM  
Blogger Todd said...

Thanks for all the kind replies. Really.

8:30 AM  

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