Wednesday, 13 June 2012

day one hundred and sixty two.

sure, i'll
come over.
we can try and open the door
to your new apartment
that you never paid for
and be locked out
together.
you, me,
and the rug you carry around
while i try and decipher
what you're saying
and wonder
how your beard
got to be so
white.

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