December 2011
the letters
fiftywords:
These are for you, she said. Give them back to me when you mean it. They were my letters to her, wrapped in a pink ribbon, penned in medium black ink, written over weeks that turned months. Hopelessly devoted, they said. But never doubt, they said.
I still have them.
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I've spent today in and out of bed,
out for a few minutes, in for a few hours. out for a few hours, in for awhile. I haven’t been able to shake off the sleep that wrapped itself so tightly around me this morning that I felt my eyelids crash closed while I was making coffee this morning. And so, back to bed I went. I’ve been fighting off a migraine for the majority of the day and cold sweats from The Yuck. I have...
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Stepping back,
for the next little while, from le blog.
I forgot how cold it gets,
chapped lips and necks covered by scarves solo hands stuffed into pockets furrowed brows and dry tongues. shoes trudge along through rain and snow and sleet I forgot how cold it gets.
blankets folded under folded legs and wavering, shakey words are left to fall between the sidewalk cracks fingers reach out for a warm embrace, I forgot how cold, how cold it gets. I forget how cold it gets.
