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Once Read |
recklessly i pried you open, raped your private words
how did i excuse my violation? you watched me
attach to you--barnacle-like--then,
you told me that you couldn't love me back
now you improbably walk the streets of L.A.,
protest for immigrants' rights, attend videogame conventions
is your soul haunting me through these men?
did one of your speed-racer tricks finally end your drifting life?
once read, i broke our grip
these men who look like you--bodies i will never cling to,
journals i will never read
copyright 2003
Aire Celeste
Norell |
