2:14 a.m. - 2012-01-18
luminous beam
lord, let me not forget the tempo of her chipmunk's laughter, driving herself to delight with unseen phrases and pleased as punch with each additional stapled packet i passed across the couch. the blanket in which she was bundled appears, years back, in a scene which was once the centerpiece of a tragedy but now seems like distant foreshadowing of comedy. perhaps there is hope for me yet.
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