Sunday, December 03, 2006

I know I ought to love you - Selima Hill

I know I ought to love you
But it’s hopeless.
Screaming is the best I can do.
I scream at you for such a long time
that even when I stop the scream goes on.
It screams between us like a frozen street
with stiff exhausted birds embedded in it.

The yellow house is mine for sure.
apartment number one.

i'll be home around the 16th.

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