Wednesday, October 15, 2003

Alex has a great post up on Brokentype about the tiger in Harlem. There's a poem lurking just beneath the surface of his post, one about love, the kind that starts out cute and ends up too big to handle, but there's no one point where you can easily say "Now is the right time to ask for help" until it's too late, and for the rest of your life you walk with a limp.

It is, of course, possible that I'm reading into it.

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