Tuesday, April 7, 2009

mad flurry.

I don’t mind much if we blame this weather on my outburst,
my bombardment of honesty, the true nature of text.

It came from nowhere. I turned the corner of your cheek
and there was a mad flurry of things I suddenly needed to say.

The words tumbled out like gumballs from my chapped lips
and I should be saving quarters for laundry.

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