| Grex > Poetry > #278: Sung on the doorstep, without pausing |
| Sung on the doorstep, without pausing | 
Aug 18 11:58 UTC 2001 |
When every choice was wrong, you picked the one
as clean and even as a baby's tooth
pulling free of its socket.
| response 1 of 2: |
Aug 21 07:44 UTC 2001 |
This is great. Especially the first line.
| response 2 of 2: |
Aug 22 05:59 UTC 2001 |
man... just when I was beginning to like you again... d=