Wednesday, March 16, 2011

your fingers tell the lies




She said she could never handle
all the many sunny days
a too-blue sky

and I failed to understand.

She said she’d broken up with God
after her mom lost the fight
with cancer last year

and I understood.

We came from opposite coasts,
she favoring the side with earthquakes
me with my feet on solid sand.

She wants to toss off her hat, go headlong into that despair.
I don’t speak her words. I’ve chosen otherwise.

We remember backward to our years before
and call it a draw.

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