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Thursday, January 20, 2005

please don't judge me as you do

when the lingering--
full petaled, telling--
forms a shadow
my cheeks tighten
i shake you away.
there may be a street
where i am driving to.

you smell alcohol
the rubbing kind
you smile, adrift
turning down and sideways
your smells never fade

you'd think she'd cower
fold, drop
palming the concrete
flakes in fingernails
in such a way
that is now delicate

but it's a celebration.


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