Saturday, May 19

I let myself go

Like a kite in the grey sky

I caught one. At half past four in the morning maybe.

And once, sometime after midnight, I saw myself standing. Just standing

somewhere feeling, well, good. In an everything-is-bon sort of way

Listening to the digestive biscuit telling the danish pastry 

 how sometimes he gets tired of his grainy touch

and his dry stare

and his flat head

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