Archive for December 16th, 2009
what they leave behind

A small night storm blows
Saying ‘falling is the essence of a flower’
Preceding those who hesitate
-yukio mishima’s death poem
dearest

Did you clean the bathroom today?
Yes, Mommy.
Yes, Mommy what?
Yes, Mommy dearest.
When I taught you to call me that, I wanted you to mean it.

