Make Good Art.

-Neil Gaiman

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Life's gotten simple since.

"Clean"

The day that we almost died

in Tiger Leaping Gorge

Kevin and I shared a broad bed with clean

white sheets.

As we were falling asleep I asked

him not to touch me,

please.



That night he slept on his side

facing the wall.

I lay on my back

and watched the flourescent light

on the ceiling.

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