in this world where mercedes mold in the drive way
and small fits of happiness
bring me another bold response
to the roles and interactionalist prose
of the times when i just was not quite sure what to do
no one has hurt me since you have been here wityh me
loving me even when i feel like a big pretel
twisted and contorted with hamster wheel thinking
and obsessive desire
you come to me like a choir that sings many things to me
i love your face your mouth your soul
more than i will ever be able to share with the world
that i love
i wash the car and the mold comes off
beauty is often hidden by the elements
oregon forests have mysteries
only a resident can undertand
when the truth is told
quietly
the trees rustle gently
the world i love
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