click

my throat is knotted and the skin under my eyes feel too dry and pinched because of tears that are no more.

click, read, and comprehend.

because this is beauty, more than i could ever trace, higher than i could ever toss my pen in the air:

paper cranes and picket fences
black coffee
To Cave In
The Librarian's Assistant
mama said
To Write Love on Her Arms
Sequel to the above: Concrete and Grace

now i shall put myself to sleep and pray some of this beauty may drip into me.