(posting under yesterday's date, once more)
back then, you say, and
the words are just a little bit like
sugar, a silent caption beneath
a black and white photograph.
now, i whisper into
your left ear, so that you might catch
this moment and see how precious it is, this
suspended orb of time, twinkling little
but you fall back onto the pillows,
clouds, no sky--
and the letters fall out in a hundred pants
let's get this over with
and you say it again and again,
now, now, now, but
you gurgle these words like poison.
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