on li-young lee
[.when i was her but not me.]

3deer

the first one is there to make you want another

when i found him

i knew i had found my idol, my mirror from where i might view and draw hope 

like a portrait of a dead mother.

like a portrait of a dead father.

if there is never quiet

then there is only noise 

if there is only quiet, then the noise is always music

we live in between contrasts, needing one to see the another.

5.28.13

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