on eight purple post-it notes
i sketch the sure sound of my heel
striking the rug / yr scampering heartbeat escapes
and climbs beside my eye, into my ears
fills my lungs. i'll try to keep my cup
far enough from, i have proven ruin
so i'm unable to promise this spill.
...
[posted 11272010 - revised 11302010]
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