Tuesday, April 22, 2014



i think you've gotten taller, now, 
i completely accept the impossibility of this feat, i grasp
the limitations of a calcium frame (a porcelain skeleton). i think your eyes have
gotten deeper, nestled further into their bed of autumn leaves, i think
my face has collected lines like coffee table scratches (both our mugs after Saturday morning eggs).
everything moves, consistently inconsistent, now, 
who says that we can't
free fall next to each other.
we are spinning madly, 
always in the same direction-
i can't do this alone, i can't do this alone.

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