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Sep 2013
i imagine you
brain on fire
fingers clumsily
- no maybe not clumsily
but fumbling,
tap, tap, tap
at the ipad
in a furious
rush to
release the word
overflowing

you have a
terminal case of
the word splash
the word flood
the word burn
and yours is not only
terminal
it is contagious
you give it to others
in a most
gracious way

the words mock
you and heal you
wake you and
bring the best
of yourself
to us
the lucky few
who catch your
terminal fever
in the wee hours
unexpected
and
forever
changed
a m a n d a
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