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04/04/10: History
I’m Already History
I wanted to be novel-
Tracing that scar along your spine
With my lips
In the incandescent glow
Of midnight apartment life
Afterwards I slept there
A feather beside you
Careful not to touch
But apt to respond
To your mid-dream rambles
This morning I perched on the sofa
Wrapped in your favorite anthology
With visions of pancakes
And eggs over-easy
This is why they don’t stay
That smile shaped mask
You put on this morning
Stinging nettles
Makes me realize
That I’m already history
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