Saturday, January 17, 2009

I'm not sad.
I'm heartless.

1 comment:

post-it said...

but all these poems i am reading seem like they truly mean something, like you popped and your feelings are laying on your blog. Truth

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...