Sunday, January 29, 2012

i can forget her

no more than i can forget
my own name or breathing
becoming an expert observing
thoughts and feelings mass
how they come and go
often unbidden or triggered
and i still here in an absence
an abrupt abbreviation
and how
mind has become
a radar outpost
exposed
remote
watching the blips
swarm/approach/retreat
and never get closer
or
completely leave,
a constant false attack

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i wrote my first poem when i was twelve. a twenty seven year hiatus followed. one day i would like to write a good one.

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