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i know:

your eyes are the color of almonds; i want to swim inside of them


a cigarette                       the smoke                  a meditation

i think of:          (the place where we meet: the chinese bakery

drinking black coffee, eating sesame cookies)


you place your palm on my chest &

my heart beats in your hand (not knowing what else to do)


the space                          a prayer                       a tiny dream


at the airport we wait for my connecting flight

–unsure of when it will arrive


i remember:

the face of the lake ripples; a black fish swims beneath


a pause                           your breath                 you exhale


for all this trouble, which we have earned–i know it is worth it




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