Saturday, May 23, 2009

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you get mean
and
I’ll get nasty

snarl a spit
in
the face

rub your hands
between
your legs

you make more
than we can feel
alone the song’s gone
as good as ever
the hope we had for summer.

alone this cold weather
the way we gave each other
remember Me inscribo.

alone this mention to myself
you were a good lover.

§
“hey, you.”
some even said
“usted,”
which was
different
but sounded
right
once he’d
gotten
used to it.

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