ordered and put on line

Soap stretched long and hard
a trace of everlasting that sticks around
long after the warm welcomes have eaten through themselves.
one more day away, one more day away.
Under dim lights and between sips of strong coffee, black
we treat each other like rags and hang up cell phones
it is this that collects our past.
We are the broken underside of history.


2004-10-22 | 10:58 a.m.
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