Monday, March 29, 2010

Oh.

I knew every line of you
every lock of hair
and how it fell

I knew you
awkward by the station

And every time I looked across
you were looking at me.

2 comments:

  1. Comme bella, la poesie! Publish, publish! Let's put this in a zine.

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  2. I can't cope with the production values on zines. It would be all pretty layout and no content. Maybe I could be a zine editor for someone else?

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