Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Verse: Hunter

(for @tracystgeorge)

amazing how the days
become a blur

of sunburned shoulders
and sleeping until 6:30

or that weekend
in St. Augustine

when there was
no hot water

and everything was
held together with masking tape

singular moments
and many things

or piling up

the laundry and
the field trips

in moments that are
liquid, almost stolen

I sometimes forget
who you are

you change
so much

in the brief

when I'm
not looking.

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