11.02.2006

and what today?

and what today? she thought.
a pretty girl sits next to me
(and by comparison, indeed, she shone)
and still i feel alone.

"descend into winter", indeed,
she thought
or cut myself until i bleed,
drive home in the dark of 5 o'clock
p.m.,
hem socks by 60 watts
and snowfall into a dreamless sleep.

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