Monday, December 9, 2013

it breaks my heart to throw away a seashell






am i gliding?
a softness in going home
going room
to room
is not so


my shin hurts 
when i think about it "cracking"
i hear the whimpering of the dog 
with the jingling of the keys


"give me a jingle"
it's beginning to feel a lot like california
or like christmas
in mexico







every christmas 
even BC*
i knew you would smell like sunshine






lavender soy scent
mrs. its a clean day
from nj to the pj

mr. i can work out with my eyes closed,

and i want to cover
the sunny side of life





but it breaks my heart to throw away a seashell




"his manners were so exquisite 
that they were like a definition of civilization"