Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Notes on questioning your existence

Getting to know you was like watching the golden gate bridge emerge from fog,
like watching a glacier give way and fall into the sea.

I remember when we were skipping to hotels like rocks on a pond.

Do you recall when we saw the moon through the clouds
and it looked like there was a halo around it
and we saw a wayward star, zig-zagging down the sky?

and when the radiator finally gave out
you were biting at the smoke like a confused and hungry dog.

You made sign that said,  “we seek an angel without wings”

And we managed to hitch halfway back to paradise

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