UNDER CONSTRUCTION.
11/06/04 New things will be here soon!
I woke up sometime in October. The streets were empty. The autumn wind kicked around littered slips of paper- cigarette packs and love letters. Quiet. Still. Breath. The tides rise and the tides fall. The tides rise. The tides fall.
My one true love
cannot pick up the phone,
She's washing off tomatoes,
She's dreaming with her hands,
she's speaking in a rhythm.
