AUTHOR: Beth TITLE: DATE: 3/09/2004 11:11:00 AM ----- BODY:
Some more shit I wrote for whatever reason
midmarch and the cemetery pokes stone fingers through the snow and the maples refuse to put their clothes back on and I am joining the late-afternoon homeless and I am suggesting landscapes to the windshield and I am warming my hands by the dashboard radio and I am lining my nest with pizza boxes and the window blushes white when I exhale and the city slumps unconscious to the ground and she brushes the puddles with her tall brick skirts and she draws up the billboards like a fan to cover her slack lips and I am watching the oldest woman in the universe wrap a thick blue scarf around her shoulders see her shrug pick up her bags and limp on toward the sun