Sunday, May 03, 2009

weak we escape to our places i in my book in the kitchen her to the bed i to the the broken sleep of the couch her to the old pictures that should be backed up soon i to the bed her to the laundry assisted in chaos by the toddling engaged girl i to the machines locked and rusted her to the toddling engaged girl and the phone bleeping proof still, they listen and talk i to my book of short stories and her to the bed curled fetal not waiting but there still.