May 15, 2006
"It Ain't Love Until It's Over"
These days, when my belly is full of pepper, when my fingertips ache for expressing -- I can't paint regret or want or relief. I can't sit still. I can't stand. I can't stand it. I ask so many stupid questions.
I feel benign. And satellite-like.
Maybe this will have been a turning point on which to one day look back knowingly.
I think of you much more than I'd ever be willing to say.
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