Thursday, December 4, 2008

Late Nothing

New month, new jeans. Anniversaries with Winter's son. She cries on the CDs.

Tired, teething, a little feverish. Even her tears looked peaked. Stops looks back.

Half, half. I know a new month yet. All the difficult days.

Coming slowly when I dislike it. Yesterday in what I do. Write being obsessed.

That bud fiction. Want money? Stay home, keep think.

The time I would have. Lately with Jake. This summer out with him.

Enjoying late. Nothing here.

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