1/24/09
Loving you
It empties
into me from all
disguises around me—
those that circle and pretend
not to have any part
with me, the faces
contaminated by hate
or the nasally shrill
speak of traffic and
the metal and smoke day cough.
I seem to hear you
singing even when I feel
down, when I don’t know
how to feel—
I have no voice
no road not this savage
sinking weight but a confidence
in this entanglement, whatever
it is, even though it
scoops me up and takes me
away with it and I don’t know
where that is.
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