Tuesday, May 25, 2010

a muscle in the center of your chest

made you restless /

I wrote a letter and you wrote back /

disclosure at the beginning of / that writing felt like fire /

why not abundant warmth /

let me look at the end, at an enemy again / in the flesh of my head

was a desire for my death /

death you said is a rhyme for my name /

a rhyme made almost real / by what I've heard you've said

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