The bend
The curve hides the end
Moving away but towards another
Sharpening the farther I focus
I knew a girl once
Found
Dazed by the necessity of passage
She turned to go back inside
To get outside
The fingerprints embossing the need
I found it once
The other end
So undefined and small
I printed it on my skin
My fingers folding over the place
again
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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