Sunday, April 19, 2009

Sew a button on my shirt

I feel like disintegrating right now
into my own world
made up of your arms
and my eyes:
seeing our
clothes strewn across the kitchen floor,
with empty picture frames on my lap;
photos dress my naked fingertips
taken of
you in my movie
in an old theatre
where the crowd is small;

I escape into a world of dinosaurs and train wrecks

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