Friday, January 8, 2010

I tried in too many ways

which crossed over one another as unsuccessful freeways,

leaving the cars

we didn’t know how to control

wrapped and ruined

around a telephone pole.

That was the end of phone conversations.

People die, after all, in several ways.

And I've managed to witness them.

I intended to be graceful,

with loss, with love

but look at me

wrapped thoroughly

around anything I can imagine.

Bent and jutting.

This is not grace.

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