Friday, September 05, 2008
a little smilea cup of coffee
running inside
sometimes soft
sometimes too loud
different sounds
usually that of rain
like that of unclosed tap
the mouse closes the door
carries the bandaged petal to the bag carrier
For The bag carrier
says "come to me"
the hammers were loud
sometimes they wait
sometimes they knock
the knock too hard
that the magnet lost her understanding
quietly the mouse lets the outside be lesser
sits in the yellow light in that little corner
draped in the green jacket
bringing her petals
to bag carrier
some layers so bandaged
that they are brown
celebrating their 15-year-old bravery
its okay to hurt
the bag carrier says
"come closer here
right here:
inside me."
"come, sit here,
beside me"
"just come.
quietness? it's okay.
because i already know."
His child blogged at
10:23 PM
