Monday, March 29, 2010

at 4:25 it's raining

i trip out of bed
a star nosed mole, feeling the
top of his bureau

for collar stays, keys,
a money clip, or cuff links;
for if he left them

then he shall come back
to tuck me in and touch my
cheek, "shh little bird."


Christina said...

Aw, this is sweet ;)

east side bride said...

yeah, I love this one.

Giovanna said...

why am i just discovering your blog now? it's so awesome.

blue roses said...

let's write a chap-book together new-knee.