Impossible and Dirty
A collection of my poetry.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Intertext
Whatever sound I set
it signifies something
tugging at my heartstrings
getting my blood pumping
a little text
nimbly prepared sets
of finger pecks
characters from whereabouts unknown
I pray that they’re hers but I haven’t yet checked my phone
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