July 13, 2007
and by contrition, prayed i shalom
July 17, 2007

You’ll forgive me.

I’m sick on living life. It’s busy on the inside

and I haven’t a moment too soon.

But I’ll write you a fine letter! before
too late is too much

and the incestuous shoes of my room
go walking
go drinking, without me

I’ll write you; but when

I have thinking to spare.

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