9 yellow moons die
in the canvas of the whites of my eye
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
among strewn clothes and remnants of last night,
lies tiny bits of my heart.
my knees hurt from the hardness of the floor,
my chest from the missing part.
(i have such little poemlets saved on my phone and send them to ex-boyfriends and girlfriends whenever i feel like....hahahahah. knees hurt cos one is bending down to search for clothes)
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