i could recognize her by the sinking in my stomach the sinking in my stomach an unwritable thing in the grind of the unwritable the copywrite office anxious by now, SIX WEEKS! untill ive translated this supersonic summer into a single phrase - "FALLING THROUGH!" falling through as in mirror with a ledge or a title for the volume of my collected regrets nothing punctuates, let down like the worn roof of a deja vu spinning the same situated you - i havent put down the line in every crowd- throwing expensive flowers at where her feet would be and im blinded by the blinking of the LIT MARQUEE! whats a pretty girl like you down in a place like this?
