Tuesday, February 28, 2006


I could into the details of dancing in bars, running in light snow, swallowing words but not quite digesting them just in case they start to spoil and reveal themselves as candy coated poison. I could revel in hearing words I haven't heard associated with my name in a long time suddenly become mine again: positions, rankings, labels. Accents, the kind that impregnanted me so many years ago, seduce me again. How deep down inside I don't mind the cold my body is fighting against because of how I contracted it.

Just flow malita.....just flow.


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