dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Sunday, June 01, 2014


I'm glad I sleep more heavily than I used to.  Mockingbirds used to keep me awake. 
I'm glad for running water, hot water, food, air, the usual things.  Love.
I'm glad for the apricots friends gave us yesterday from their tree.
I'm glad for summer, though I hate it.
I'm glad for you, reader.  Thanks for reading my sillies. 


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