Saturday, September 4, 2010

Disassembly Required

Dear, if you can feel me
Please send a kind word
I'm so tired of these conceited mornings-
Put me together again
Like these dawns never will
Crawling along on their rusty tracks-
I used to imagine what you'd look like
Naked in your middle age
And wonder if you'd still want me
After some quiet infidelity
Or the loss of a child-

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