Protected: Brush With the Past

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I’m here, wish you were drunk. : )

I miss you even more when I’m having fun
everyone whose never seen us together
says we’re just like everyone else
but my love snobbery wont’ let me believe it
I don’t want your soul
you don’t have to give me your heart
or let me lay claim to your body
just give me your hand and
walk with me awhile–
walk with me
for [...]

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forget it

Montego Bay
wide open eyes yelling secrets
directed at an empty face
that doesn’t care
but easily overheard
by anyone who wasn’t blinking
Kev and I contact–
message sent/received
he passes his drink
through the thick air
between us four
and I have a long pull
to cover my lack of input
what am I supposed to say?
any of us?
If I ever say anything
it will be:
stop fighting like [...]

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concrete kisses
and barbed-wire arms
tightly twining
around wrist or waist
your love is harder and colder
at two a.m.
after you’ve drunk yourself into someone else
who also loves me
but doesn’t know me as well

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egg nottg seecretss

ifi write tath i lov to fold your shirts and paiir your socks
if if I say your tohuch is the gentlest I’ve ever knwon
if IItell you my nekclance is my faavorite things I own
If I tell you i’ms orry for the messess I amke and the messaes I am
if it ell y ou you are [...]

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not drunk enough
to spill myself
tonight
just a little sip off the top
to keep from that infamous faux pas . . .

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drunk (edited)

they debate eternity–
a concept they aren’t considering
while they speak
I sit and try to imagine
what silence eating intimacy
looks like
(my soul opens-it knows!)
words shaped like
a long time ago
slip out of his mouth
while his mind is turned
he’s been wanting to say
I think we both know
but there will never again
be a proper time and place
this discussion is illegal
(my [...]

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this wine

this wine
tastes like forgetfulness
with a hint of plum
and i can’t imagine anything
more perfect
i love plums and horses
and forgetting
and carl
and my dog.
EE cummings wrote poems with
the punctuation all silly
which was brilliant
the first time he did it
but after that wasn’t he just repeating himself?
i repeat myself all the time
tell the same stories over and over
just like a [...]

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