ten men beginning to show outward signs of starvation are standing shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the small window my son is looking through while balancing himself on an exercise ball in a room I am convinced expands. I am not allowed to have this dream. when my wife whispers, I whisper back and god continues to be here by choice. repeating myself means I’m here when I wake up. son, ball, room, window. ten ************ minimalists. I am not supposed to admire the travel writing career taken on by my son your surgeon. I am saddest knowing my wife’s dream is not the same. ten women and the chance I haven’t done it. were it the first year of my probable eleven, god is the lie I’d pick to get out of the room.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
ten men beginning to show outward signs of starvation are standing shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the small window my son is looking through while balancing himself on an exercise ball in a room I am convinced expands. I am not allowed to have this dream. when my wife whispers, I whisper back and god continues to be here by choice. repeating myself means I’m here when I wake up. son, ball, room, window. ten ************ minimalists. I am not supposed to admire the travel writing career taken on by my son your surgeon. I am saddest knowing my wife’s dream is not the same. ten women and the chance I haven’t done it. were it the first year of my probable eleven, god is the lie I’d pick to get out of the room.
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