a love letter to nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
Tag Archives: Consciousness
Haiku Paisible
falling leaves silence
the dirt comforts my bare soles
this life is lovely
swimming in the stream of consciousness
I’m not crazy I swear, said the author. I’m just ex-pear-i-menting. “Pigeons pigeonholed in their pigeonholes?” I said, my pig …
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