Wednesday, October 21, 2009

At Arm’s Length


Remembered with sharp discomfort
after a world record of not thinking of you

my affections your burden
braced against me at arm’s length

we misinterpret each other correctly
between countries that connect in an instant
but not really

we’re not who we want or what we need
but we’re something
aren’t we

following apart
we expect the worst
but hope for the best

we delight in details
our faces pressed too close to understand

a little longer
to see what happens.


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