all i have are pictures and documentaries
stories from old people told on mesh caps with pins
miniserieses and docudramae
i've heard...
i've heard...
i've heard...
i've heard so much i've stopped listening
i've grown bigger eyes with larger pupils starved for light
my skin has gone pale
and this lobby is starting to look like a living room
this hotel, a home
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
i can't see the sun anymore
Labels:
lies,
stylized histories,
the pacific,
the role of fiction,
veterans
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1 comment:
love it.
ps my word-verification word was "droniabe" this time.
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