Thursday, October 14, 2010


My eyes crawl like ants
over Cezanne's delicious
fruit. It must be August
again. The months fly by

so fast now it's almost
always later than I think
(earlier than I dare dream,
though, now that I

actually do think).
Time to turn off
the gas again and live
longer than my parents

did or could, who had
no way of knowing.

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