last night i wrapped my arms around myself and cried silently for the loss of a father. as tears that almost felt like fire collected around my head i attempted to compose regrets small enough to fit on the card that will accompany the flowers. oh eternal friend, i'm just so sorry.
the ground is visible for the first time in what seems/feels like/and must be months and all i want to do is take a bath made of snow.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
a lamentation
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