Thursday, November 3, 2011

November 1 2011

because i like how the soft of you
accepts the hard of me
because the "no" of my tongue
cannot hold all the weight of the "yes" of you
because memory is not something i trust either,
like history, or math, or geography.
Nothing holds my breath as you do
with soluable edges mix-
ing the jelly of everything

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