Wednesday, July 28, 2010



Meadows touch me,
seagulls circle singing
yet I’m starless,

they’re not your arms.

I’ve forgotten
my mother’s maiden
name, and wander about
aimlessly in a daze, one
into nothing
equals infinity,

a tired monologue.

I think about the angels
that accompany you. 
When did you say
they’ll let you return?

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