Thursday, June 4, 2009


Someone is leaving

She walked in with her hair wet
I didn't make a mistake

it was wet.

Usually this doesn't happen.

Nothing usually happens in this room.

She sat down right besides me

I imagined

she was flustered.

I sat still


for her to get up and walk again.

She's going to waltz out that door


never come back.

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