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_I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come_ -Sylvia Plath because you're often here: my head is booked with you, heart wrapped in your worm; even my feet walk where I do not want to go thanks to old paths you laid to bone, invisible, revived by instinct. Don't get big headed about it - you know my memory, I recall every figurine caught in the web. Many have no names now & some of the rest are only names. But unlike most, you're wont to escape this night scribble brain garden, percolating into a shapely world. From time to time I wonder where they go, all those strange and lovely yous that leak in photo negative from my mind's eye with dusky limbs & that unforgettable voice, paroled and incessant... If you are ever out strolling by your canal where the waters are so still & so black that the drunks swerve away & the sodium vapor eyes recoil, & you hear following steps and look back & there you are...                                walk faster.
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Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 8:15 PM UTC
I Don't Miss You,
_I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come_ -Sylvia Plath because you're often here: my head is booked with you, heart wrapped in your worm; even my feet walk where I do not want to go thanks to old paths you laid to bone, invisible, revived by instinct. Don't get big headed about it - you know my memory, I recall every figurine caught in the web. Many have no names now & some of the rest are only names. But unlike most, you're wont to escape this night scribble brain garden, percolating into a shapely world. From time to time I wonder where they go, all those strange and lovely yous that leak in photo negative from my mind's eye with dusky limbs & that unforgettable voice, paroled and incessant... If you are ever out strolling by your canal where the waters are so still & so black that the drunks swerve away & the sodium vapor eyes recoil, & you hear following steps and look back & there you are...                                walk faster.
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Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 8:15 PM UTC
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