sittin in the mornin sun
04/18/2004 09:07 p.m.

it's so beautiful outside, i've been there for the past three days. my feet are torn up from never wearing shoes and i've got various and sundry tan lines. things are strange. i'm on an edge. i think everyone is, in a way. i'm on a few edges. i want to write political [or at least culturally-relevant] poetry. i'll go try that. my hands are raw from the rope of the tire swing.