"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, July 29, 2010


I take another gulp
and realize that my glass is empty.
I stand up
slump into the kitchen
and fill it again.
I sit back down
and stare
at the empty white before me
then I realize
that my glass is empty

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