donna geronimo (fancypants) wrote, @ 2003-02-10 09:43:00

this is a work in progress too.


i do not know the custom of leaving
how to shut the door
and walk away
from forever. or for now --

i do not know how to breathe the air
when it is too tense to bend
and support sound.

i do not know how yes
becomes maybe
becomes no -- how
forever becomes never
in the space between
two bodies
on opposite sides of one bed.

i do not know how to put down
this hope from my two tired hands
and say goodbye
and close the door.


things that bug me: rhythm.

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