Tuesday, January 06, 2009


by Evan Dunn

you sit across the room grinning
at me like it’s the only thing you ever do
and you’ve gotten really good at it

with your white sweatshirt on you look like a cloud misplaced
brought to earth and put on a shelf,
too wonderful to be left out during a storm


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