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"over it yet?"
the phone crackles oppressively
but by now the question is so familiar
i can trace its path in the air with my fingers
and i trace the other paths between my ribs,
the thorns that secretly entwine themselves
into my bones and breath and belabored heart
over a thousand instants that can't be itemized,
only lapse-sped to form fleet impression--
a sense of being suddenly, overwhelmingly
lost.
i sigh,
"not yet,"
and wonder
if i wish to be
the phone crackles oppressively
but by now the question is so familiar
i can trace its path in the air with my fingers
and i trace the other paths between my ribs,
the thorns that secretly entwine themselves
into my bones and breath and belabored heart
over a thousand instants that can't be itemized,
only lapse-sped to form fleet impression--
a sense of being suddenly, overwhelmingly
lost.
i sigh,
"not yet,"
and wonder
if i wish to be
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of COURSE i celebrate my return to dA with angst poetry. why wouldn't i?
let's see what else has been waiting months for an upload...
let's see what else has been waiting months for an upload...
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i've always loved your poetry.
i particularly enjoy the fourth and fifth lines,
and the first three lines of the largest stanza.