April 26, 2011

• Noodles

  We are.  Noodles, that were strong, but so brittle..  and have been steeped in the warm broth of false comfort.  now we’re soft, and even if we wanted to get out, we couldn’t..  many don’t.  The broth is warm..  comfortable.  we don’t see ourselves disintegrating below the surface.  And then we slide in..   Curling comfortably.  Languid.  Soft.  Disintegrating.

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