Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Funny how emptiness can be so saturating
As if I have been dammed up
Behind the absence of you.

No no, I did not forget myself,
I just cannot hear over the steady roar
Of reminders that you aren't there.

I got those new tires, see?
When I looked down my throat with a flashlight my tonsils looked like plump satin pillows!
And I had this dream about you last night.

But I shouldn't say that either.

All the words dry up before they meet the air
And so my voice has fled.

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