Wednesday, May 30, 2012


I have become a bowl
sitting
under
a broken
faucet

for too long.

(drip)

Different patterns across my
face, shivering ripples, in my
way a
rouse
to keep me
interesting.

(drip)

Though, I
cannot always
catch
what falls
off
of
the
edge.

(drip)




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