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By chris Date: 2004 Jun 30 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.30.23.07.22353]] |
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the walk to and from the mailbox equals exactly one cheap cigarette no more no less perfectly suited for evenings on the high desert which are swords of the double- edged kind peaceful like childhood quiet and calm like the grave and tonight i find among the bills and coupons for things i'll never buy a postcard direct from your remote and faraway green impossibility ringed by water and glacier and mountain and my eyes tear up as i think the thoughts i haven't wanted to entertain since throwing them out of my apartment three months and four days ago and this world stops again like it does each and every time i'm reminded you're in it |