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you see?

i don’t

think our

napkins

are folded

at the

same

table.

 

the why and the how,

the then this now,  north is south.

this compass broken

my

body

remembers

and

when I

think of you

there is

the keyed up

anticipation

of the

tightly strung

piano wire –

waiting

for the

hammer

to fall,

the

music

to

start

the gu/ilt

framed

weight

of your

expectation –

it

crushes

the

butterfly

bright blue,

the

glint tint

of

these

already

battered

and

wind torn

wings.

knife edge of self doubt

walked precariously tight:

believe in me now?

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