If you will die for me,

as my fingers and some others; I’ve distributed some pamphelts to the plants, but not allwere willing to accpet them. I’ve kept company with music for a second only and now I nolonger know what to think of suicide, for if I ever want to part from myself, the exit ison this side and, I…

The wind glanced at her hair.It was as simple as that.I turned to say something–

an avocado and a fish head.I have to get out of bedto write this down withoutmy glasses on.

all aloneand not have to tell somebodyyou love themwhen you don’t love themany more.

and I remember how the troutused to hide from the dinosaurswhen they came to drink at the river.The trout hid in subways, castles,and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away.