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Lourdes

114 years old




His words in my throat, his ankle in my tumour

Written 2006-07-20


As I lost the world
I gently cut off my hands
Buried them in the tall grass behind the house

and got drunk


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Haiku

Written 2006-07-14


Now you grow silent

And only I know you still live on

In breathing wood


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"And, you know, with your hair like that? It hurts to look at you."

Written 2006-07-08

"You were scoping my legs, and you let the stupid door shut. You must be so hard up."

"Oh, oh, no. Leave the tights on just a few minutes more. Please."

"So according to this she was born yesterday."

"Come on, let's try to look alive. I know we all have candy hangovers. Today, we're going to be visiting Mr. Dickens' world of dark factories, grey skies, lost souls."


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Haiku

Now you do not breathe no more

Written 2006-07-07


I held your hand
as the last petal fell down
to the ground

I held your hand
as I watched your face unwrinkle
eyes still open

I held your hand
the night you laughed so hard
at my snowboots

I held your hand
looking like a cosmonaut
you said through tears

I hold your hand
although you got there first
free diving moons

I hold your hand
so tight they call the hospital guard
to pull me away

I still hold on
to every breath you took here
with me on earth


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