I've Grown Bored Of Knowing AnythingA Poem by Michael SabinoHappy birthday.
i like to think the light bulb
shares more with me than just incandescence i like to think that my scorched finger has marked her with a tiny frostbit print i don't care if she likes it i just want her to know it's there so then i can know it's there because she says it is there it's there, right? i don't care how trite it is to say that it's always in the dark that i come alive the black fingertips i drag, like lips across mirrors, smudge the light that lives inside our reflections i can't remember the youthful eagerness of self-belief now it takes so long for me to realize i'm merely bleeding when i believe she's getting wet i don't really care if i like it because she's not really there © 2014 Michael Sabino
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