maybes_smashing

ligers DO exist! see the following: click!

no sleep due to THE FABULOUSEST SEX EVER(!), class, bank to give away all of my money, coffeehouse for the crappiest hummus ever (must have been organic), work for another one of those meetings where they tell you nicely that you really fucking suck and you need to fix everything that you've ever done, ever, lunch at carino's with becky, nap, more becky time with ice cream and donnie darko. SO TIRED.

however! i wrote something today. who'da thunk it? critiques welcome, as always.

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Human Error

In our long game of telephone across mountains,
your words are smoke signals only I will see
days later, changed by the winds.

I bring them to you on paper,
recorded and translated.

You tell me that, unlike forming a language
around the rhythm of breath
(through the teeth, past the tongue,
into the lungs, and back out again),
smoke signals are like helium in a balloon:
light, rising naturally, unaffected
by the gravity of interpretation.