bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

Her heart moved with the Day

August 31st, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


In the morning, it was optimistic, available, and in need of Eight Breakfasts.

In the afternoon:  slightly weary,  busy, bored of walks to the bank.

At night: it filled with blood and grew darker and colder. It wandered around: needy, wistful, confused.  It loved and needed everything.

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