In the place between awake and asleep, you lie tying your shoelaces again and again until your fingers become numb you have the eyebrows of a strong man and the hands of a lumberjack your back has had too much heavy lifting you forgotten what a spine looks like rebuild it in pocket change leave your faith in the bottom of the Wabash because your pride, it takes up too much room in your ribcage your heart is suffocating See, there is something in your smile that tugs at my lips until they match I wonder if it feels like looking in a mirror or in a window I think you do not seem real but the spaces between us are filled with unstamped envelopes we know that we exist because yesterday you asked me to tie your shoe for you I wonder if this is your way of asking me to help you come alive
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 04:11:29 +0000
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