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trying to write back
the memory of flesh is faint
death on the slowly sinking birthday baloon
left for weeks in the living room
stays clear like before in the bathroom
the filth, aprons & towels
the reflection from the mirror above the sink
your face close to mine
but watching curiously from across the room
as we sit on the washer and dryers
apprehensive about airlines and distance and chemicals
and the synapses in my head
dot dot dot
subcoscious diversions
entertaining thoughts of the future
are far to apocalyptic
but your quiet composure inside your jacket
the unwillingness in your eyes
between the bullet proof glass and 3000 miles
i have the keychain i refuse to lose
and the sketch in my notebook
the memory of what should have been
or memories of what i wanted
i refuse to interpret body language
or entertain notions that have implications
limit the obligations for everyone's sake
desire paralyzes me with unpracticed emotions
movement or reply crushing
dot dot dot
little shoe nothing
i kept you
keep you
