Love Poem

December 9, 2010

I wondered why the covers felt so cold.

And then I smelled the fresh paint on the walls.

You not near, night sleeps with me instead.

I open my eyes and the walls watch me back.


-Pema Teeter, ca. 1994

Been telling that story a long time, I see. That one’s changing too.

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regina December 10, 2010 at 10:44 am

Change it, sister!


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