Vol 8, Num 22 :: 2009.11.13 — 2009.11.26
I saw you seeing me,
And I saw you seeing the way I looked at him.
I’m wrestling on the floor with Dad,
Little girl no more.
Relationships.
Relation
Ships
That must travel through time and space.
Banners snap and flap in the wind;
Fortresses must come down.
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