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?



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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