April 1, 2007     ToTD: Scattershot Editions

I.
you mean,
even when i think as loudly as i can
you still can’t hear me?

II.
she is a minefield
you wander through.
and she throws her body over each blast
just to prevent you from being hurt by it —

III.
there are most certainly
daffodils
now.

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