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, December 30, 2014


I miss your skin...

                                          
                                                               Those long mornings.

                                                                           Those long weekends.

               I know. I know.

                                We have children now...
                               
                                     Complications.


                                    Joyous complications.

                                                                       But I do.
                                                                                    
                                                                                    I do.






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4 comments:

  1. dixiebelleDecember 30, 2014 at 6:22 AM

    I miss you too and you're right! It is mushy and sweet =)

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2015 at 11:47 AM

    how creative.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2015 at 11:47 AM

    http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2015/02/hyde-park-poetry-palace-thursdy-poets.html

    come on in, share a poem and read others. poets rally miss you a lot.

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