Mom, I want a cookie.
Mom, why are you standing like that?
Mom, why don’t you blink?


If I could hug you
Without crushing your box pleats… But I ask too much
(kjo, April 29, 2009, 2:25 pm)

your sharp clavicles
disallow me my childhood.
waffles and embrace?
(Mi5, May 1, 2009, 12:04 am)

April 29
Tomorrow, months will have passed
Blog death most tragic
(kjo, June 27, 2009, 11:36 pm)