Sunday, March 24, 2013

I spent a lot of time with writing today. I left the house not once but twice to get it done. I gathered up a thick stack of handwritten poems, orphaned by time and its inevitable shuffle of pages and folders, and headed out. Folders scribbled on, folders covered in ven diagrams of coffee rings. And yeah, coffee. I had quite a bit of it today.

I sucked the fat from some poems, layered it like paper mache to others. The ones in need of knuckles or a spine. I people watched and lost myself in music. I went straight in for that feeling and held on.


Note to self: Invest in more days like this.

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