bodies
separated by noses, this is the closest i can get
to you without osmosis. we fall asleep eye to eye.
on the day they killed the terrorist, ten years
of history sealed itself in a body bag. unaware,
under the glow of the laptop i looked up at you
and cried, feeling the weights of time lift.
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
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