A body forgotten
its every contour.
She didn't call, she “married”
and that isn't enough,
though it should be, is.
What lover could disband
my patience for her,
my anger. The night is quiet and outside
the street is a row of parked cars.
And I wonder if she still
wears the same clothes, ever.
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Breath dissolves in time
A body forgotten
its every contour.
She didn't call, she “married”
and that isn't enough,
though it should be, is.
What lover could disband
my patience for her,
my anger. The night is quiet and outside
the street is full of parked cars.
And I wonder what she does, now.
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thinking of cutting out the beginning. i also made this - performance art yo
http://oxford.craigslist.co.uk/tlg/4410940014.html
!just randomly venting really eh.;
