Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Day 431: apology

Writing a new language for the sorry. A new vocabulary for the broken. New syllables for the untrusted. Reconstructing the world. Sending smoke signals to every heart that these palms have smudged, tarnished, smashed. Know that there is a fireball of tears in this chest. Bursting at the seems. Trying to hold you from the distance. Across the line. Through it all.

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