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single tenant of a double bed
May 20th, 2010 half-asleep Continue reading
a hand slips under the corner of
a vacant pillow
feeling the weight of an absent head
waiting
to warm the curve of that neck
one morning (hopefully) soon
questions for an abandoned toothbrush
October 22nd, 2009 why do you sit here still? Continue reading
behind the toothpaste and the razor
is it that you find the company of my toothbrush
endearing, though you might envy it?
what is it that you dream about
in the wee hours of each morning?
are you waiting for him to remember you
and find his way back home?
refugee
August 17th, 2009 sitting, with legs tucked under Continue reading
on an armchair, by the window, one crisp noon