07 August, 2008
*594 - zzz
Snore snore. Sleep talking again: "..the dreams have a lot of ways.." Maybe there are deep hidden truths in your jumbled words. You're sleeping the wrong way on my bed and I can't bear to wake you up.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett