So what about today?
Yesterday was way too soon,
But can we wait until tomorrow?
And if the time never comes,
What will we say, what remains?
Can we stretch our finite time
Into a rectangle, and press it under glass?
How long until the wine corks
Stop smelling? How long until
Your bobby pins have all disappeared?
Questions linger above the floor
Like static balloons, low on helium.
And you move through me, with a breath
Of the suade. Your skin, sweat--
Your love comes easing back into me.
And you shake me, but I pretend
It goes unnoticed. And I don't
Hate you, I couldn't.
Though I've tried, you know
A piece of you lives inside of me forever.
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