(place) by Complicity Tue Feb 04 2003 at 1:34:35

On my way to work,
i am not thinking of cracked cement,
weeds through asphalt,
my cold fingers.

I am thinking of how our bodies
drift together in sleep
like logs, turning slowly in a river.

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