Monday, May 16, 2011

i am sitting in a tree.

seance, pots, a tamborine.


this girl's hair, that guy's shirt.


purse n boots
clear oceans
i love wildfox

"Because you asked me to, in a way..."

The cold air burns my nose,
but I can smell the undertones of Spring.
I am transported back to February,
where we have nothing to do but just be...
I watch the disruption of the air
as I wait, impatiently, for one o'clock.
I am sitting in a tree

-alicia renea pekema


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