Someone had rubbed the genie’s belly
and you were there, not a vapor, but touchable
and we stood facing time in front of that 1895 Regulator, 12:28 p.m.
]]>but my stomach never hurts when I get sick,
something that helps me not feel pain
also helps me not to think of you
]]>The what I so did not want to expect.
Yet here I am; there it is,
and all around the hoarfrost ground crackles, pisses –
]]>Nothing breaks this ice-crackled glass,
This pre-winter silken, unhallowed frosted, brown earth,
the traceless nothing of my step;
]]>At last I gave it up.
Arrived virgin white,
but after sitting next to you, bare feet
]]>this way it will be all inclusive.
We’re all democrats here, hey –
]]>A brief exhalation that parses the barrier
of your half-pursed lips.
I am the easy, steady silence
the empty space you fill with me, your hungry ghost;
]]>I wait for it, as one waits for a death sentence.
It is grey, cold and final. It seems to say, No more, I have had it.
]]>I, Zeus’s daughter of water, father Poseidon’s brother
you, early founder of Rome , both of us born of water,
]]>I wait for it, as one waits for a death sentence.
It is grey, cold and final. It seems to say, No more, I have had it.
]]>You leave me here like this, knowing I can take it.
You tell yourself this - it makes the going away easier.
]]>Never emphasis on word, sealed with a kiss.
How serious then are we, church returned, absolved.
]]>Let it sit until it stank – careful,
your wabi-sabi ways are showing.
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