good intentions.
2008 March 7
on rainy days, i am
no good at the art of
concealment.
all the things i’ve
wanted so long
to say
are here, living,
breathing, trembling,
on my face.
you won’t say a
word, but i know
you see
all the secrets i
don’t mind telling,
and when
you smile in reply,
i hear the sound
of violins.
