The Highest Hiding Place: June 2008

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Find something beautiful
and run after it
or him or her
or whatever the case may be
or wherever.

Spend the evening
with a friend
and pretend
it's still ten years ago.

Cover your wounds
as if they're visible.

What time do YOU write?

Because you've done it
to yourself before,
do it again
to others:

Laugh,
unabashedly
at someone else's
delusion of himself.

Come up for air
Briefly.
And then dive right back in.