Sunday, November 13, 2016
Now any encounter with them is so familiar. Their slow gathering. How they seem to bump into things while we decided. The sound is there no matter how I ignore it. It is the sound of love that is surprising and constant so what if you are not quite in agreement? Paste me there and I will stay impossible. Peel me off the wall and I am still a poster advertising know-how. Crumple me up then swallow. That's how you consume me.