Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The First Raindrops on the Vent Above the Stove
You can ask me anything, but don’t ask me to distinguish between the real, the virtual, and the imagined — especially when it comes to friendship. Were I to do that, I would be worthy of none.
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Note: The title of this post is a poem I heard this morning while I was in the kitchen making coffee.
In the Forum: he ignored his slumbering bottle.