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There are no mirrors, there are only lenses

1.     I have to stop when I catch myself mentally titling poems about how you and I do not belong together.

2.     Doomed like your mother, doomed like your father—don’t think it, don’t think it—loneliness is my birthright, loneliness is my bride.

3.     This is a mania, this is a phobia. Tag your neuroses and track them, keep track of them.

4.     Remember  _______, think what happened to _______.

5.     You speak of your friend like she’s dead.

6.     She is dead, though, only wakes up now and then to bury herself.

7.     What do you mean?

8.     I mean she reaches out with one arm from her shallow grave, and she buries herself. Great fistfuls of dirt.

9.     But?

10.   But she was not a huntress.

11.   And so?

12.   And so it got the best of her.

13.   Well, you tell me what I ought to see

                when I self-perceive

                       Would you lie to me?

14.   No, you’re a truth-teller, heart-sweller.

15.   The Age of Huts, man, I never had it in me. I’m all ravens and bell-jars.

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Feb 23, 2012
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