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.











Friday, June 16, 2017

Quickly Over Breakfast and with Little Thought (As is Most Often the Case)



What does it matter that I never hold her,
never speak to her at all,
never rise and wish to her in whispers the morning well.
I have these pages
on which her heart is poured
on which the truth of her is truest.
What more could matter, I ask,
what more.






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