surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away.

[acoustic11]

this poem makes me so sad:

Me up at does

out of the floor
quietly Stare

a poisoned mouse

still who alive

is asking What
have i done that

You wouldn't have

/sigh.

I have so many things to get done tonight. Tomorrow. This week.

and yet here i am reading ee cummings poems and feeling bad for the poor little mouse.

i love what his poems do to me.