Saturday, May 05, 2018



He is thirsty in a way that other people
Are not thirsty and have no desire for thirst

Once he was on an island in the middle
Of a vast ocean that had no name

But someone had named it a long time ago
And someone else thought that was pretty special

Do you know what I think is pretty special?
Finding out something is better than you expected,

Like folding laundry.
He is thirsty.  His nerves are shattered.

He takes things and holds them in his arms
Maybe a puppy or some kind of pillow

That holds his head at night.
But I wouldn’t wonder at self-sacrifice.

That seems almost like a sacrifice.

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