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By Just Some Girl Date: 2001 Jul 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.17.14.05.17540]] |
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You jump from behind periods of reticence with a fervor that buzzes, rings; a fervor that is months too late; I won't wait. You made it clear with those final gestures that you were leaving me forever; to return never. That decision was yours. Do you honestly think you can say the things you do in a town of 60,000 and they won't jet back to me, stenching, bleaching (further bleeping) away any joy of you, for you with which my veins were once so clogged? Each day I head into the sun, squinting. Tripping where I can't see. Each time you jump from my blessed attempts at forgetfulness, I spill my purse of the contents of the past year. Can't you understand that I've wanted to seal up my Kate Spade and drown you in the river so many times? Feeble foibles to catch my attention, messages meant as malice? How can I know the reason my world is now surrounded by your scent. Territorial terror? A fragrant air-nail into my brain, the imaginary "his" brains, whose brain? designed to say to the world, "She's mine even in the death-knell of our love." Or to torture the one whose heart has needed a suture, here and there, again and again, with regularity amidst the disparity. But I can't keep my curtains always shut...my plants will die, they cry, they long for the splendor that once felt like a kiss, a coo; bliss. Orbit if you must, I trust, this too will pass with a fancy as she walks by, in the dust of her scent... you waft towards her... I tried. Good-bye. |