I. Life was like alternating tides in your hands. I spent my time in crushed nausea between your currents, confused and longing, and calm waters slow and disappointed.
II. You seemed so delicate, almost like a girl with your shirt hanging off one bony shoulder, and I wanted to imagine it undone, but you were so easy to underestimate.
III. All your windows face to the east, and our evenings never saw you in direct sunlight, so tell me why the present seems so bright, and the future so dim.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 11:12 PM UTC
I. Life was like alternating tides in your hands. I spent my time in crushed nausea between your currents, confused and longing, and calm waters slow and disappointed.
II. You seemed so delicate, almost like a girl with your shirt hanging off one bony shoulder, and I wanted to imagine it undone, but you were so easy to underestimate.
III. All your windows face to the east, and our evenings never saw you in direct sunlight, so tell me why the present seems so bright, and the future so dim.
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