NaPoWriMo #11

(posting under yesterday's date, once more)

NaPoWriMo #11(untitled)


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
christmas ornament;

but you fall back onto the pillows,
clouds, no sky--
and the letters fall out in a hundred pants
of exhaustion

tired, ex-as-per
a-tion,
let's get this over with

and you say it again and again,
now, now, now, but
you gurgle these words like poison.

__________

pssssst....

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