Wednesday, January 10, 2007


He tells me
next time I drop
a penny in a well
I’m going to wish
my wish doesn’t
come true,

that somewhere
people do
perfect things.

I look at his
eyes and think
I am old.

I want a new sky
to undress.
I want something new
to confess.


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