December 2008
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Seeing Thoughts
I can see her thoughts,
electromagnetic waves,
tired and pulsating.
I can see her thoughts
scaling her vertebrae to
behold my frailty.
I can see her thoughts
like red glow on hot iron,
They tell me, “let go.”
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Halogen Love
They meet, a tête-à-tête
near ten a.m. in a
train station lined with small
blinking lights that tell him
they are there after all.
“I am not an insect,
I have no layers,” he
loosens his Windsor knot,
“today I shed myself.”
His love is halogen
or so he imagines.
“I can’t say what will be—
at least not with certainty.
These trains will see that we
get home without worries
of traffic...
“S.O.S.” To be continued and refined.
“Tete a Tete”