December 2011
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“I wish to fall asleep
in the strained notes of a lullaby,
in those last few lines of song
when a voice falters
and skies crumble.” —
in the strained notes of a lullaby,
in those last few lines of song
when a voice falters
and skies crumble.” —
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Remember you
I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
