Monday, September 26, 2005

You

I have mustard on my pants.
My shirt fits funny.
My hair is all over the place.
I have bags under my eyes.
But you don't care.
You see past
that damn mustard on my pants.

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

I like the minimalism of this piece. I can sense the self-doubt, and the strength you draw from the one who observes. Good work, keep it up!

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