6/27/09

i could never move much with words and of course that's all i have to use. this box. i stare more than i type. there is no way i fear. if only i knew what was on the other side i would drive into the wall millions for a chance to make it through.

I want you and you are not here. I pause

in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.

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