It’s not so easy to admit that you’ve been here all along
Like my gnawed fingertips
Like my absence of dreaming
You with your breath and your stars
And your dead brother
Who I missed by a week
Is he the one who showed you how to make an exit?
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 11:58 PM UTC
It’s not so easy to admit that you’ve been here all along
Like my gnawed fingertips
Like my absence of dreaming
You with your breath and your stars
And your dead brother
Who I missed by a week
Is he the one who showed you how to make an exit?