these magnolia mind-games; the fruit of my labour
            the fruit of my tongue.
                 (my sanguine addiction)
    just another step up the ladder
                           ladder built with unsteady rungs.
  sing me a lullaby
          sing me a daydream -
        remember everything -     because. . .
              i don't know if i will:

tomorrow.

[which is] the day after today. for i'd forgotten the taste of summer.

07/03/2003

Posted on 07/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Erin Werle