fortune finds me fit.............................and able

[kimmage01]

tonight
i choose to proofread

early modern calvinist martyrological motifs.

draw the dark
ink across the type. making spaces. pacing.
reading the acedemic midnight oils
fragmented with insomnia
of nights spent with eyes red
and grey and wide with caffeine
.
for all these nights i have been dreaming
a room away
without a care
while you wore out the hours
.

so tonight
i choose to proofread
next to you

(and maybe buy you a pizza)

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i wish i could look like an elf and sing like a child and play a harp. that would be something.
i wish i could grow my own garden, not to eat but so i could sink down in the soil.
i wish i could write something that stirs, that walks, that runs. not this.
i wish i could stop wishing and do and due and dew.
do you wanna run..in my pack?
i wish i was a cat and tuna was my only goal. and a nap on a friend.
i wish i had a mixed cd for the way i feel right now. and now. and later.
15 words. all i need to say in 15 words. those words would be mighty words.
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idunno.
be well.