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the stain in your boot

this space is a vacuous hole in which we all must drop

our possessions and the beats of our hearts must cease at your command

because you know that every drop of ink that spills from your veins

is a masterpiece

every inch of steel that grows from your head is an architectural wonder

and yet

i see neither beam nor paint

i see the dent in your left, third, right, left tooth

i see the stain in your boot

i see the blemish right next to the freckle in your slightly bowed arm

and if i saw anything else

i forgot a moment later

because

i

*******

hate

you.

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christopher-ranieri
American
Published
Jul 5, 2013
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