Friday, July 4, 2008

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

Coming to you
While looking through
The other end of the glass

A slight itching
Which begins in the throat
But finds its way to the heart
Starts to make a way around
A bigger problem.

That is, the work of
Sleep that first leaks
A poor substitute for attention.

He kept wanting more of me, she said.

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