Thursday, April 8, 2010

Dear Me

I found mouse droppings on my childhood diaries
in a drawer that opens for anyone to read.
This is what comes to diaries.

1 comment:

  1. oof, that stings. i like this poem but disagree with you vehemently, and demand that you pick up some anais nin tomorrow.

    also i think "to read" is a misplaced modifier, maybe do something more surprising to get that line to the right length? we know if anyone can open the drawer, anyone can read it.

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