Dearest Amy,
All night, insomnia stuck
like old socks in my gullet.
The fresh air this autumn
makes the rest of life seem putrid;
air, insulting and superfluous!
It is a shame about my horselessness.
Amy, I hope you are well.
I address you from the station platform.
The train is late
and I must pee
with a particular urgency.
Affectionately,
L.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
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3 comments:
Hi Sarah,
This must be by you since it contains a horse even though it's an invisible one. Quirky and honest.
forgot to sign my name
johanna
Oh yes...this is real good too!
Liz :)
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