October 04, 2005 | 10:01 p.m.
if you can't help it, just leave it alone.

frayed ropes or not, i test my newest knots on him. i lick my thumb and stick it to the wind. i still say, if a love sinks slow, then it is perfectly heavy.

and i know that the sea tends to tell stories on its own, but all the words have grown mold, wet tongues waiting on us to finish.