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Under the Weather
   File under: Denver , Intake

I drizzle through the hardwood rooms and drift from kitchen to study, stand in the shower and melt. Then I'm mixed—I'll go in today, I won't go in today—drifting once again. I am the cloudy brood behind the mailslot door, just waiting for something to fall. I am the piling light shaped by wind and pressure and cold. I am a tube slowly filling with disconnection's snow.

Posted by Jake Adam York at October 17, 2006 12:21 PM



COMMENTS

Jake,

Hope that you get to feeling better.

Posted by: Jeff Newberry at October 19, 2006 1:05 PM