From 9a2e2a9c3e0396f956381b8ee4af80fe3e8cf652 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2015 18:31:47 -0700 Subject: Add thing class to pieces in template; recompile --- the-night-we-met.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) (limited to 'the-night-we-met.html') diff --git a/the-night-we-met.html b/the-night-we-met.html index b15caea..08f9113 100644 --- a/the-night-we-met.html +++ b/the-night-we-met.html @@ -24,7 +24,7 @@
My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen,
pregnant with all the things I should’ve said
but didn’t. Last night, we met each other
in the dark, remember? You told me time was
pregnant with all things. I should’ve said
something, to draw you out from your place
in the dark. Remember, you told me time was
only an illusion, and memory was only
something to draw. You, out from your place,
I out from mine, that night, I believed in you.
Only illusion and memory were one, lying
down on your couch, through the night you drew