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11.26.2002
I am Love's Bitch
God-awful Byron-esque poetry for this- what has been for those I draw close to me, a season of heartbreak.
Are you thinking about me right now?
Are you planning never to speak to me again?
In the morning, do you notice the absence of my body by your side?
How staccato does your pulse get when you think of that night when we rode the elevators of the Marriott and saw the world descend and rise again beneath our feet?
Do you even remember that time? And by remembrance I don't mean facts but spirit- for memory is stronger than
history.
Are you awake now, as I am, afraid to dream of what we once were?
Do you still keep a secret hope in some box in your unknowable heart that is crying out for "us"?
It would have been our millionth year anniversary almost today,
and still I do not know you-
but still you draw me to know.
I have in this foul season of tedious days been rubbing at my calluses
to reveal the raw pink tenderloin skin underneath,
all so that I might feel your touch.
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