blizzard came, went. thick-skinned, i used to be alive. it could be anyone. what's happening is vertical, tipping. lose your balance with the weight of the sound buzzing. overtones break the silence, shatters. clean up the mess of my bleeding heart on my sleeve, dripping.
(c) 2005 mai kozai
silence is also music. {3:23 PM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.