If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Thursday, September 25, 2014

September 25


My heart is a warm pocket, in which I carry birthday wishes and what remains of a curious old man.

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