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at every season change, a fresh rotation
of memories take their turn to haunt, it seems
two, three, four and counting now
years
happened ..
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there’s talk at the funeral home
of asking you to work for a living
between extended condolences
and talks of interventions
I know..
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call me, we'll make plans, I'll bring some asbestos this time
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if I have become
too smart to enjoy these things
…lobotomy, please?
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boy, I barely knew you
come to find out, none of us did
we talked about it in meetings
&how our suspicions were probably correct
w..
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(fine line between)
denial
----and----
compartmentalization
I’ve occupied
the same space as
tears&weeping
..
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you’ll never be the man to me
you were when you were still a boy
and with a woman who was still
a girl, which I can never be
I..
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insofar as memory allows me to reflect
in its temperamental filters for intangibles as such
I’ve pined since time began; my clothing r..
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I hear, I assure you, near every excuse
in the book, in the repertoire of self-defeat
the seductively darkened kaleidoscope lenses
our loss..
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here’s the thing:
it’s only interesting to you
&your new lover
even if it’s all you think about
the joy of d..
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