But I can't say that aloud; I can't tell anyone that I have been waiting for this all my life and that being chosen to wait is the reason I can. If I were able I'd say it. Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

h(ours).


embers trace blue as the streets
shoot themselves down four walls
surrounding arms surrounding
charms will blaze glitter over your head
so tight under heat and always long for me
like i have already left
you see how heavy we're crushing
the morning late.

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