11.25.2002
November 25, 2002 || 8:41 pmand at the touch, our palms revealed
we had been awaiting activity.
To spill onto all this white space
words balanced on our tongues.
To spill onto all this white space
images tucked under our eyelids.
To unbalance words and untuck images
carried from all the trips since the one out of the womb.
To test all the possibilites of language and color on paper.
Ernan at 8:48 PM