11pm

And then there was another one—
what a waste.

No.

Don't say that,
not a waste but...
a risk
and the way that,
risk taken,
the poisoning
just against everything that
a minute ago—

Swing me around
run with me down the hall.

You see us together, yes I
know you do—

A hesitant hand, so much
fear tied up in a should
I touch your back
but

Ah. Another.

And
there you went.

I felt silly
but I was getting sick of you
anyway.
Violently, actually.



Poetry by clarity
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Written on 2012-02-17 at 06:13

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That you have sustained this series of poems over the course of two years is remarkable. Really good stuff. I look forward to the coming hours.
2012-02-17