It's as uncertain as death is certain.
Fish grapple at hooks and answers.
Pointy elbows scraped on bricks. Bruises.
Soap-making kits collecting dust.
Nobody wants them.
Nobody wants you.
A twelve-cent stamp doesn't get anyone
anywhere these days.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC
It's as uncertain as death is certain.
Fish grapple at hooks and answers.
Pointy elbows scraped on bricks. Bruises.
Soap-making kits collecting dust.
Nobody wants them.
Nobody wants you.
A twelve-cent stamp doesn't get anyone
anywhere these days.
