Friday

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she said,
it’s an odd feeling, this.
it pains me, but i can’t let it go.

i said,
you can’t, or you won’t?

she said,
i’m trying, here.
do you think you can walk
in my shoes, every once in a while?

i said,
we all must walk in our own shoes—
you in yours, i in mine.

Thursday

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early morning.

i greet my shadow in a window.
in a mirror.
in the full length of a glass door.

come in, i say.
come sit with me.

come eat.
come drink.

come sit.
come be.

come be with me, i say.

we sit.

we chat about the letters we have
sent one another throughout the years.
letters sent, but never received.

letters.
saturated with pristine longing.
words.
filled to the brim with reverie.

we sit.

we chew the bones 
we have to chew with one another.

we peel old agitations from the window.
from the mirror.
from the full length of the glass door.

we sit.

what more do we need?

we feast at the banquet of cohesion.

Wednesday

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you stare with mortal eyes
but speak with marble lips
uttering lifeless words
without drawing
a solitary breath
infecting me
with your contagion
leaving me suffocating
breathless
gasping
for something untouchable
reaching
for something unknown