My Big Fight
I can not remember why we fought...
To My Unborn Child...
I'm writing down this letter, to my unborn son...
When you look at your watch
you...
Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...
I climbed the fire tower
like I did several years ago...
a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...
the faucet
drools non-stop...
once,
i was a balloon...
They're truly close but
they never reach out or say...
There is a calm in
the water that would never...
We are still here yet
none could outlast the flow of...