Tuesday, January 8, 2008
the minute the latch is pulled,
the minute i lay my soles on the cold marble floor.
the minute i open my eyes and sunshine awaits me,
the minute i lay my soles on the cold marble floor.
i receive with great anticipation the endless, unceasing soprano from the overhead machine that seems to imitate a geostationary satellite.
please, i beg of you, could you just give me some peace and quiet???