I Can't Think of a Title

March 2010

I am writing. and designing cards.

It feels like drowning.

and reaching for little strings of colored yarn

and hoping they’ll save you.

but each time you grab for one, another drifts away.

and the sun is melting above the waves,

it is getting harder to see.

and the water is growing cold.

but sometimes, the yarn is so pretty

that you smile.

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I hope you are well.

-mE.

Todd Rogers