Wednesday, April 2, 2003

I need to write this word everywhere. Down the spine of the telephone handle. Inside my wrists. On the lens of my glasses.

I need to write this word everywhere. Down the spine of the telephone handle. Inside my wrists. On the lens of my glasses.

It's just that the other word, Forgiveness, isn't always sure to follow.

Somedays, I don't think anyone deserves any sort of human-to-human vulnerability.

These are the days I feel flattest.