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

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Energy.

The coffee
sits heavily
in my stomach
makes me feel
unsteady
nerves tingling
with
the energy jitters
and fingers
collecting static.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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