February 5th, 2008
TO ANGIE
And this is the way you tell me you’ve grown tired
and I say you’ve been tired all along
I tell you I won’t light your stone avenues,
point at landmarks unseen, or the map
still folded
I rise against your close-eyed sickness
not by closing,
but not stopping to look
Not anymore
This is how I yell when I pass
say I won’t be like you
and leave you to trip on your stones
And this is the way we’re made fierce
by knowing things unspeakable
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