dear [ ]
this morning the
world is that dusty light purple
that foreshadows a
coming up or a going down.
the skyscrapers begin
to mesh with the sky
and they are the same
shade such that i can
not perceive which is
which.
I am sorry.
i just couldn’t tell
you [so many things i wanted to]
or do it fast enough
to begin to [ ] again
which [as much as
i wanted us to open each other] is
like the opening of a
new sky.
i am helpless in the
complicated mess i have created.
JANEisnotplain 3.25.2012
