writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Monday, January 02, 2006

a warm (g)love

like sitting in the warm breezy sunny car window afternoon
with one tight familiar comfortable-feeling glove on yr hand
& listening to good background music that is just what it should be and just what it is and lets you forget you're listening
you forget you're wearing a glove
that friendly hot pink children's glove
that fits so perfectly on yr hand like a hug
with its complex textures and materials on yr hand
you are frequently aware of the wool against yr skin against yr leg while you ride
but in this instant you forget
& you have to remind yrself and yr hand
of its complexities and separateness from you
or you may mistake it for a second skin


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