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

Thursday, July 5, 2012

A Bad Relationship.

We choke on
strands of time--
our eyes never see
the easy way
the straight line.
We choose the love
we think we deserve
complications
in the form
of verbal battle
hanging on
the edge of a nerve.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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