From p.1 on Monday, January 26th

• I'd pull out every eyelash,
  if it meant each wish come true.
  And they good lord knows,
  they'd all be for you.

• The clouds must
  have had negative
  attraction, for they
  parted, letting light
  catch an edge on
  the white frosted
  ground, and paint
  the world golden.

• The sun has risen.
  The morning was among us.
  Just another Sunday.
  
  But in the morning
  it was as quiet
  as it could get
  
  like a computer
  without a speaker--
  a very peaceful morning.

• His hands are folded
  like paper tents on
  his desk.
  
  You can smell the
  spearmint on him.