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Peak train to New Haven
(what happens there stays forever);
window seat,
greeting the fleeting
street lights with
vague interest.
But on the darkest nights
seeing only my reflection
in the pane.

lessons for my unborn child(ren) part 6

see love &c. part 10.

love &c. part 10.

love: do it for yourself.

too fly

to float.

love &c. part 9.

"god. damn."

then *sigh.

(repeat eternally.)

does a brick have an inside?

"if you can answer that, then you'll know what you're talking about."
-michael crichton, on charlie rose

love &c. part 8.

i guess you never love the same way twice.