through_the_slightly_open_door farmfish i talked with you the best i could, over oceans, over time changes, over suns that did not warm my face, over snow that did not chill your bones. paper i painted on, images i saw and transferred to canvas lay waste in the dustbin. letters scrawled on self-made lines with a child's little school ruler that said "long live rynomari" in crayon. most of them ended up as crumpled masses the cats playfully beat about the wooden floors. i pace, hands in the pockets of worn cordouroys. i water the geraniums and amaryllis, accepting frustration like rain from an oxford sky, tears of disappointment stinging the eyes, dotting the sidewalk. and then i look to the slightly open door, not to the flat, but the other one, a direct gateway to your world, where the people that you've made up live. and i step through. 020105 ... Casey I can hear the screams of pain and pleasure as the two of them have sex. She can only help but yell and shudder as he penitrates her. Everyone walking down the hall can clearly hear their moans, but we all just walk on by. 020105 ... silentbob i can see your brown eye 020105 ... girl_jane I can hear you talking. You're talking on the phone. You're saying that you're not sure why you stay with me, and that you're going to break off our relationship. So I walk out the wide open front door, without saying good-bye. 020207 ... Mahayana :: i am caught :: 020207 ... ClairE I sneak back in. Celine on one side, bed on the other. Isn't there ever peace in the world? I set up my computer to greet you in the morning, slip off my shoes, and climb under my quilt as the sun begins to appear around the corner of my shades. They're only slightly open. 020207 ... pete she saw what was really happening. the world fell apart around her and only the new day remained. 050828 ... three words through_the_slightly_open_door emobodiment accompianment 061003 what's it to you? who go blather from