Archive for March, 2008
That season
Monday, March 10th, 2008You find yourself smelling ticket stubs from warm pockets of summer clothes smelling pencil stubs (with the erasers worn out by rubbing, not erasing) smelling summer in a drawer of paper and chemicals smelling happiness from warm pockets of summer clothes You were happy then, but it was busy and complicated, tired guilty and fast, ...
He
Thursday, March 6th, 2008Ah, but he is less than he thought he was, much less, the refrigerator is empty and the only words that come to mind are someone else's and there is nothing to do on this day or another, as he scuffles at those who wait impatiently for the events on their calendars to arrive, there ...