Tuesday, February 10, 2004


Done, you wait as I slowly untangle
Piece by piece, I strip myself off your board

Finish peeling and packing up
Start to say goodbye
Look up and realize
Even though you played along
You had nothing to put away

You keep your scene static
While I choose characters, outfits,
Then devise an elaborate plot
To explain their presence

I don’t know how to stay in my box
This I admit
But love is sticky and mobile
So I cling to your form an extra moment
Before re-collecting myself to go home

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