February 2011
7 posts
look at this tangle of thorns: Untitled by Jason Shinder →
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If there is no cure, I still want to correct a few things
and think mostly of people, and have them all alive.
I want a door opening in me that I can enter
and feel the clarity of evening and the stars beginning.One after another, I want my mistakes returning
and to approach them…
ten
Barely Remembered
black
f l i e
s
y o
u r ol d ro om
the
dark mark on your parents door
pleas e d ont go
I promise,
my head has never been this full.
My eyes, are usually thicker than this.
come home come home come home come home
