Keep trying to not think of you
Like a twist of the arm wrung like a
towel
Time unfurls pulling a familiar
direction
However inaccessible
When the energy to attempt to
progress wanes
The image of who I wanted you to be
returns to form
Like a ghost of a martyred heroine
Recollected in the vein of King,
Jesus, or Gandhi
Or someone you never were
Just a stitched together fabrication
of colors
Not your claim, just my thirst for a
requited love
Able to provide what you needed
Wondering if that ever would have
been
Enough to feel like you understood
interdependence
Like a blood track of roots drinking
from an irreplaceable reservoir
Knowing what I was wanting and ready
The twine of ambivalence and fear
strangle the images
Of who we were in bed sheets and at
breakfast tables
The chocolate and the blueberry
The paste makes me feel like no one
if not that time
So damn hungry!
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