1/16/11, 11:58pm

I feel and hear
you breathe. Your side of the bed
is warm, comforting.

Diana

Soft heart and fur, quiet,
unruffled gentleness, but
you'll still kill a mouse!

Marzipan

Ancient Dulcet, join
me with sweet past histories,
if there are any.

One star shines brightly—
more than all the others. I
try not to hate it.

So... On a clear day,
you can see forever. What
if I don't want to?

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Bring the water, wash
his wounds, and tend to your own,
Grieving Hecuba.

Memorial

White crosses dot the
hill and multiply. Fresh grass
grows under them all.