up early
flimsy sunglasses balancing on a cracked gourd a wristwatch wrapping the stub of a broomhandle day after day, who is it that brings me tea? a bathrobe, worn by a scarecrow
flimsy sunglasses balancing on a cracked gourd a wristwatch wrapping the stub of a broomhandle day after day, who is it that brings me tea? a bathrobe, worn by a scarecrow
the key–just like the one i have to copy but stamped with an ‘M’ on the other side i search the dream for the door–i don’t find it there but under my fingers in the morning