peace from the neck to the most tense of places
your vision, your hearing they haunt you with things that make children
scared.
childlike for certain that beating force.
It mirrors its mothers own.
So much power in that force and yet susceptible to the
smallest of details.
praying has found him successful at times and
on other occasions quite frustrated.
Stupid repetition that tends to reaffirm the absence.
we do not know; but she always comes to him when he won't and with force that
is pushing letters and crossing out mistakes, she moves through him and says,
Dearest heart , I am there.
moreso look where you are to know where I have been.
why is henry so damn pretty?
Posted by: kieran | September 11, 2004 at 11:50 PM