A microscopic home.

this is a literary blog. i'm literate so i must have something to say. hopefully.

Friday, July 14, 2006


we are tourists here

wishing there was a map

you walk through aisles

dragging your broken

heels, your
aching thighs,

limp through the detergents

the bottles of

saturate yourself in the

overhanging lights

the florescent gives you a
glow that seems familiar but

there is no familiarity.

this is foreign soil.


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