Wednesday, November 3, 2010

absence.

she blinks
the day is slow.
collective moments
like a speakeasy song
draft my movement
leave me tumbling.

(come crawl inside
the love we've made)

lift each limb
such heavy ease.
peel my form
i become
in your leaving
a creature of comforts.

(oh, come crawl inside
the inertia i've left with you)

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