about 15 feet down there's a bed of trash. a sofa. a screen door. a vase.
the water has carved itself an escape route through the ice floor.
here you come again was the only record and now its broken.
an excellent transom.
through a window brightly
"we are home!"
a stretcher, a snowbank.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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New apartment? Did you move too?
i named one of the rats after you
So which one's my room?
There's a gutted shower stall with your name on it, baby.
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