Tuesday, November 23, 2010

hush, hush, hush. turn the fan on (or the heater) and slip half your body under the woven and stuffed sheets. and now it's not your father, but the night that is snoring fortissimo these days. keeping you from sleep. and maybe it's better that way. considering lately you've been nothing but a figmented dream cinema. so detached, darlin'. but (unlike the others) you know "detached" also means "free," "unbound," and "extricated." listless, again, you will your eyes into slumber, slumber, slumber.

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