October 5, 2008

• 10101

  when you want to hold 
  your heart's heart  
  so much that the lock on your chest

  bursts,
  and the squeaky hinges of this door

  scream,
  you cry with happiness and grief
  (and grief, and grief);

  there is only the earth
  and your knees meeting it
  in parallel collision
  
  and embrace
  
  and not relief.

  
  
   

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