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Oct 2013
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the silence of your fingers is infuriating
how they sit there, so collected
while mine flail about, in love with everything

i waited for you to come bang on the window of my car
and motion for me to let you in
kiss me and point and say go
but you didn't come

i played poems for you on every instrument i could find
i played until it sounded beautiful
but the silence inside of you remained still

my body spins,
coils
bounds
and suffers for you
for everything

and you close your eyes and lay back
you say my name
blankly
in a whisper

you only stand up to skewer me with the sharpened end of a flagpole
to claim me as your own
then you sit back down
Written by
Allison Charde
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