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- 4 06 am i wish the words would just flow sometimes. without even thinking. just looking at my fingers poised over the keys. type type typing away until i am exhausted. then i would fall backwards and read. and be amazed. because it would be the truth. and would be my heart. i will write a poem to you. on the inside of my little paper cup. i will write in black ink. and i will give it to you. slide it across the counter. say here. read. keep. read. keep. thats how i give myself. how i gave myself to the girl. i wrote to her. a lot. she wrote back. a lot. thats how i give myself to you. i write. and you read. and keep. on the inside of the ring i really give, i will have inscribed something. for her to keep close to her flesh, even when i am not there. close to her flesh. something she can see and remember. a promise. read. and keep. given. |
