You scribble on my paper
Words
And idiotic pictures
Of nonsense
Plucking one freckle at a time
You rearrange them into prints
Of our day together

And you make me smile

Something about the echo of your voice in my chest

And you pick me up
And fold me up
And toss me up
And place me in effortlessness of your pocket

11/25/2002

Posted on 01/13/2003
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