November 15, 2013 § 2 Comments
and in weeks it will be as though
You never touched Me on paper
onscreen emptiness. a shard of hard words
give me cancer over another woman any day
and I’ll raise you a tear
fresh wounds don’t edge me over. I’ve known it.
I bruise easily, but I heal like a miracle has mopped up my smile
even now, I’m writing in auto-script without being reminded.
nevermind the film, lessons in forgetting.
the end of the beginning of my historian.
nevermind the watch I left in and did not return.
the beginning of the age of meaning or