1/31/2009

 

here, bullet

 

We watched bears and bullets and all of it. We walked still, silent and stupid with our arms out accepting the hunger pangs of nations.
Gently falling upon our shoulders like snow
I think of all the Indian words and then all the native words until I come to a word that makes sense
A word that Tom will know, a word that Matt Knows, and Karl and Jason.

“Now”

Look at me now