Thursday, April 5, 2012

the cup

i throw my heart to you
and in the air
it liquifies
it is not armored

you dare to catch it
but it slips--
it drips from your fingers
into a cup of grace

i pour it onto my piece of paper
and watch it move

Monday, April 2, 2012

yesterday's conversation

I'm not gonna buy it for her.  She has too much stuff already, but she can dream as much as she wants.