May 19, 2006 13:39
i wouldn't care if i couldn't hear you as long as you agree to sing.
ballroom dancing and pinewood and slick scuff-waxed floors.
bare knees and sunburns and inevitable sickness,
but doctors and pills and the magical cure.
that just isn't coming.
"i'm alive today," a small girl can scream.
but all things take time. all time takes things.