Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I keep my change in tiny jars all around my room, a scavenger hunt for quarters last night. We keep finding ways in which I am an old lady (I hid my knitting lest he have another point), coziest up at 84 the same I was at 24, probably.

Socks never tangle in my sheets, let me rest my cold nose on your beard.

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