Where Light Drips Through

I like to keep my friends sealed safely in a jar upon my shelf, with holes punched in the lid so they might breathe. With a sound supply of leaves and Legos they stay sane; though they do not rightly like it when I leave them alone to stargaze in my yard, looking for the boy who poked the holes where light drips through.

Los Angeles, 2011.

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