Do not think I am not grateful for your small
kindness to me.
I like the small kindnesses.
In fact I actually prefer them to the more
substantial kindness, that is always eying you
like a large animal on a rug
until your whole life reduces
to nothing but waking up morning after morning
cramped, and the bright sun shining on its tusks.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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