Wednesday, January 26, 2011

amidst all the shit going on right now

Know this, Laura:
I miss you.

Right now there's a small light
bulb hanging in the air

above my head:
and a clean clear memory

of your thigh pressed
to mine

on a dusk with yellow
light, into a night

with more time,
a night laid out

and bare.

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