my hands
are a boat
which sets sail
along the coastline
of your skin tracing
the contours of
every grain of
sand holding fast
against the welling
and swelling of the sea
coming to safe harbor
at the nape of your neck.
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the sieve and the sand 
this is the stuff i have been unable to create for months now…
sad really
no worries, it’ll come back.
just pictures… remember how we both joked that we’d never written a narrative poem in our lives?
lately i’ve written nothing but…
i can create no beautiful illustrations.
i’m surrounded by ugly everyday and i miss the purdyness…
haha i just don’t have the attention span to write anything that requires a narrative thread.
the reason i haven’t written much in the past week or more is because I just moved and I wasn’t sure how I felt
moved?
uh huh to south philly and our internet doesn’t work an then I went camping
south philly… hit up mikes yet>?