September 2, 2005

stairwell accompaniment:Patty Griffin

i dreamed i made myself a halo out of cardboard
i wrote you a letter on an old typewriter
i asked you not to save me this time

i wonder how much of what we call love is really only familiarity

cut and dry. cut and paste this part of me into another chapter. see it revisited. repeated in the table of contents. books, books, books. ive read this one before – i know i have… so familiar… but dont tell me the ending.
i’m not yet ready.


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