miller: the novelist, the playwright?

music: jocasta, noah and the whale
mood: smatterings of the mattering smalls

this is how we say goodbye:
i tell you that i'll find you
somewhere, when we are
the least suspecting.
you hug me close and
say please do.

postscript: i've noticed my words growing shorter, turning into adages of recollection. i think it's less a conscious effort to be cryptic, more that i lack the need to be understood. a week! school is almost finished: i wrote an exam today and went for a walk beside the ocean. (an elderly man with seagull eyes; three mauve mussel-shells.) i'm wearing the months & years as layers now, seeping illimitable among themselves. the truth is so many things are residual, like salt-stains on the skin; the most imperceptible of marks.