Tuesday, January 1, 2002

she asks me not to*

someone make me laugh,
quiver with suppressed hilarity.
i spend too much time
staring at a blade
and my impenetrable skin.

*actually made its way into my B.A. thesis. and a piece of artwork. i don't know why i like this one so much, there isn't much of a rational reason; more like memory association.

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