If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Love Poem in Red Italics


Love.
You want love?
Here... 
I love you so much, that I will never let you find me again.


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