The Machine of Our Pores

It feels so good to be collaborating again with someone so close in heart and mind with me in poems. Aaron and I have been writing some great poems. I have been the secretary on this fruitful journey … typing his words onto the Remington as he says them. As he says them all those miles and grass blades away from me and the keys. I cannot wait on it all to happen. The machines of our pores turning and opening us up to let out what we need to finally let go. Letting in what we finally need to let in.

Published in: on April 8, 2008 at 1:55 am  Leave a Comment  

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