Monday, October 6, 2014

Jousting in Time, Again

at times I think we looked
like brother and sister
but then I come unglued
and the world begins to look
like a watercolor

I once said it was a feeling
like trying to swallow
too much under-chewed beef

it gets caught in the chest
but the lump in the throat
pays no attention to the glass of water
and I have to cough and spit
and cry out your name

and remember how gone you always were
and how gone you are right now

if I thought I could cry out
for your spirit to return
I'd probably have a crack at it
and see if your spirit
could edit a few pages of text for me

and chew the fat

and laugh

and make me believe

I have a sister

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