a poem every day (or something close to that)
Friday, April 29, 2011
I infinitely prefer the pen
Just give me a note-pad dammit
that way I can actually feel the pages filling up.
Run my hands over the backsides of the pages,
feel the words inverted and savor their imprints.
April 30, 2011 at 2:53 AM
tangible, tactile words,
speaking to the fingers
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