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Warm Things Are Darker
When I stare into your darkness I know that you’re not right for me but though you make me nervous you’re everything i need. I curse you in the afternoon regret you as I try and sleep though morning comes and it’s your warmth I want to grab onto. People look and clear their throats [...]
Rewind
I’m kept up at night by the burning resentment of failures that ache for repeat and perfection. My faults might be faulted as gross imperfections but I’m working hard at them, give me some time. My flaws may be brazen and ugly, however they’ve stayed with me longer than you ever did. You say I [...]
Conversations
Pretty girl gets on the subway sits with her father in his tourist shirt holds a conversation on something i assume it’s the day’s plans. They speak with hands, silently i pull out my iPod and listen to Bach and feel guilty.
Thermostats
I’d have the temperature much cooler to sleep and the fact that she’d have it be warmer annoys me but agreement on climate is not really love. Then, she’d live in one place, and I in another, and the idea of a partner with common goals suits me sometimes, but common addresses are for roomates [...]
She In the Morning
She’s never more beautiful than the morning. Trousers and blouse for people at work, shorts and sandals for park-playing children, makeup and dress for waiters and fellow diners. And I share her not well. * Blinds pierced by sunless light, voices without throats filtering up from the street, a world not yet perceived is not. [...]
The Transaction
Please, she says to me, whisky on a cold winter day. Yes, I reply, ribbon pulled taut on a giftwrapped package. I love you, she says, and shut up, I say. When you say it like that it’s currency.
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