Friday, February 09, 2007

red

In red underwear I am a superhero.

Dried leaves a paper plate are my decorations. I have forgotten to notice them.

It is strange to look back on ____. Yes, I remember when I ____.

I remember when those words were not just words but ____.

Perhaps it’s a question of if we are able to know the truth from this small and limited brain.

I brush my teeth everyday.

I am alive in bureaucracy; flaming hot Cheetos® remind me so.

I fly away in the sound of a piano drifting through the plaza.

I want to cry; I shall go shopping instead.

On paper we speak about the future.

Mickey Mouse is not my friend.

An invisible layer of hot chocolate is coating my teeth.

Sometimes I open doors without knocking.

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