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and the wire vines melt with the unchanged changes
i have spent the morning with you
at arms' length again.

the sun through the blinds
striped my skin,
and i saw me
in two lights, for a moment

the way i feel
when i am in lines
to you, and in body,
in person,
in this chair.

it's exactly a week, now.
the countdown is in the corners.

i tiptoed around you today.
you sensed me sneaking and if i
had been more veritable, we would
have talked it out

today.

i love you more
than i give myself
credit for.

i lie you more

to give you
things to fall back on

next monday, when
i let you

go.

it's a love, a consideration
holding on to keep you
from having other regrets.

or is it me,
being selfish?

wanting to be the only thing.
the only one wrong.

the only one.


soul in its set; you see, it's done with speed
i have been the tree,
letting them leave,
falling off in leaves

tiny dead pieces that
once clung to me, never realizing
we were apart

until it became me, stripped,
naked in the wind, nothing
wrapped around me.

this time, it's not done
being fall, and you still
in my branches.

i am retreating
into my roots.

the whole tree
will have to come down.


and disasters. i do not mean you. no, you, love.
i mean me.
speed and distaster.
the empassioned
violent beginnings of things.

will you realize
that i love you
even when i say
i don't love you.

pardon while i don
my cliches.

my heart breaks
at my breaking yours.

i knit us
too close together,
you see. it was quick, with
needles and i

never think the small
mistakes
will matter in
the midst of things.

but at the end, i am
malcontent, disappointed
in the things

i've done.