Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Day 302
2:20 pm
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windows
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the wind and I have a love affair
and I am the fickle sadist
in the relationship
she is there, every time, to
greet me at my bedroom window
where she stirs in waiting
the hottest of summers do not
keep her from my beck and call,
she says she likes this challenge
I tell her there is no use in
courting someone who likes
closing windows on a whim
but she knows me better than
the credit I give to her, she hangs
around, seems to understand
maybe it was that night she
crept in, saw me scrunched in a
ball at the edge of my pillow, it,
heavy for having to carry my state
of emptiness, burden on its feathers,
lifeless laying next to lifeless
were it not for the wind, to come
and bother me, begging me to
tend to her, to see, she sees me
she, the patient one, knows I
chill quickly, need time to pass,
before opening windows again
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tkk
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