me-3 - Hello Poetry

A finger can be something beautiful, something that strokes piano keys and bandages children’s wounds, something that contains the entire emotion of a single human being in its joints. Or it can be a device for turning the body inside out, like a rag doll that is split open with a seam ripper to remove the surplus stuffing. If math has anything to do with this, I could multiply 23 by 7 five times and still not get any close to the number of times I have ripped ripped myself apart, like Moses parting the Red Sea.

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Feb 22, 2013

Feb 22, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC

me-3

Why I cringe when you hold my hand

A finger can be something beautiful, something that strokes piano keys and bandages children’s wounds, something that contains the entire emotion of a single human being in its joints. Or it can be a device for turning the body inside out, like a rag doll that is split open with a seam ripper to remove the surplus stuffing. If math has anything to do with this, I could multiply 23 by 7 five times and still not get any close to the number of times I have ripped ripped myself apart, like Moses parting the Red Sea.

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Physicists believe this dimension may be nothing more than a hologram But they have not run their fingertips down the curve of your back

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Jan 13, 2013

Jan 13, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC

me-3

Zeroth law of thermodynamics

Physicists believe this dimension may be nothing more than a hologram But they have not run their fingertips down the curve of your back

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When we're naked, lying in bed with our bodies pressed together When we are how I imagined, pretended with my pillow, when we were apart When I keep squirming closer and we keep giggling it still isn't enough Now that we're enacting all I imagined it still isn't enough we're restrained separated I just want to be as close to you as possible and I'm trying and we're close, so maddeningly close but it still isn't enough Because we can't escape from this cage, this cage of our bodies.

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Nov 20, 2012

Nov 20, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC

me-3

imprisoned

When we're naked, lying in bed with our bodies pressed together When we are how I imagined, pretended with my pillow, when we were apart When I keep squirming closer and we keep giggling it still isn't enough Now that we're enacting all I imagined it still isn't enough we're restrained separated I just want to be as close to you as possible and I'm trying and we're close, so maddeningly close but it still isn't enough Because we can't escape from this cage, this cage of our bodies.

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Remember when on that wet day when I left and you stayed under the umbrella with pokes and tears and I asked 'Why? Why do I like you so much?' and you just laughed at my eloquence but now I know it's really since we feel the rain while others just get wet

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Nov 5, 2012

Nov 5, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC

me-3

umbrella revelations

Remember when on that wet day when I left and you stayed under the umbrella with pokes and tears and I asked 'Why? Why do I like you so much?' and you just laughed at my eloquence but now I know it's really since we feel the rain while others just get wet

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It is unseasonably warm and no, dear, I am not just talking about the weather

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Nov 5, 2012

Nov 5, 2012 at 8:15 AM UTC

me-3

November 4th

It is unseasonably warm and no, dear, I am not just talking about the weather

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This is not a criticism I swear. You're absolutely brilliant but I remember you telling me to tell you if we saw typos. In "incapable" at the end of the first verse you wrote too instead of to.

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Oct 30, 2012

Oct 30, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC

me-3

Cold

This is not a criticism I swear. You're absolutely brilliant but I remember you telling me to tell you if we saw typos. In "incapable" at the end of the first verse you wrote too instead of to.

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Yesterday I felt desperate to hold you. Two, three, and four yesterdays ago I felt afraid to tell you that I miss you. Tomorrow and the next four, five, six, seven, eight tomorrows are going to be away from you and I am going to try to not wait to hear from you because you are so far away. Today I will sit in the good lighting by the window and pretend to be a leaf while I drink two cups of black-mango tea.

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Oct 30, 2012

Oct 30, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC

me-3

My dear.

Yesterday I felt desperate to hold you. Two, three, and four yesterdays ago I felt afraid to tell you that I miss you. Tomorrow and the next four, five, six, seven, eight tomorrows are going to be away from you and I am going to try to not wait to hear from you because you are so far away. Today I will sit in the good lighting by the window and pretend to be a leaf while I drink two cups of black-mango tea.

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