Thursday, January 31, 2013

mdcccxxvi

A necessary world succeeds what world
we call our own.
                                             —Mark Salerno

For a moment there I wasn’t
fragile at all. 

My head won’t talk
about the fight.  Won’t
talk fight through the
voices coming in through
the windows, carried by
just enough chill to the
breeze.

Actually, I thought I fooled
less.  Less quickly than you.

I fool much quicker than you do.