Progress
I almost forgot about you today. A sizable
spill of coffee shot me to my feet, holding
up my mocha-soaked notebook like an
unclaimed child. A dozen eyes found me
at once -a security measure meant
to bring shame to a klutz breaking his
social contract. Attention for shit living.
When the pain receded, I stood in place
and imagined you brushing your teeth.
[u.]
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Words of Oblivion
Poesia"Do what is healing to your spirit, and without effort you will bring the world healing in return." -Alan Cohen
