Sunday, December 07, 2008

...lost and found pt. III...

things I've lost this year:

my home
my dog
my grandma
my self
my love


aren't grievances

they are attempts
at recounting

the images
the heart holds 

closest when
it is cold outside)


blindly go for the picture
record the song
write the words
ask why 
you do it and wonder
why you did that
why you
caused the closest
things to explode


if this is remittance 
then let this be remittance
for all these children
I have taken on


I want to be molybdenum

and all will add me

for fortitude






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