Saturday, October 3, 2009

As I Lay Dying

I remember when i realized you
make me
want to write
something beautiful.

I remember taking
breaks
from writing
murder poems
to write
something beautiful.

I remember playing Yahtzee
by myself
drunk
on the kitchen floor
near dark

I remeber being in love
in a photograph.

I remember my father
telling me
so sleep off
depression.

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