Thursday, March 31, 2005

meeting

If this space
is actually a map
how many words
up until
I reach the place
where I meet you?

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I almost
don’t
want to
ever see
you again.
Almost.
I shall go
in wound
tight
and then
unravel
like a piece
of string
that gets stuck
to the sole
of your shoe.

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