Sunday, December 4, 2011

When he tells you about her

 and your breath becomes
very short,  and you can barely make it to the grocery store
because your heart is literally
cracking and breaking behind your fragile  skin
and you try to still smile or listen to what your
roommate is saying about her problem with the
toe nail clippings, you can be sure that you are human, and
that the pain is real, is like grass, wind and spit.