“A box full of ‘things’…”
A box full of “things”
Your things, the disconnected emotion
Your picture on my windowsill
Red hair still in the sink
And the far down feeling
That this is the punch-in-the-face last of it
It was your penguin pajamas
With the skis & snow shoes on them
Softness, barely fitting past this
And I listen to all of “The Weight Is A Gift”
From guitar [...]
