Because I am never good at beginnings, I write words that never make it from my mind to my mouth. They slither to hide under my tongue, like medicine I pretend to swallow, as I speak words that are mine but never came from me.
Monday, November 5, 2012
15 - Siesta
The usually turn up in my room after lunch...since my room is at the back of the apartment and not much sun comes in. And added the fact that they liked the AC or the electric fan turned on.
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