Fingers Touching

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God spoke up to me today
At long last
This was when the meters were all broken
               Down in the square
Cars had no choice but to detour
               You remember what I mean
I asked Him what day it was
Because I had sinking suspicions
Which I could not yet will myself to articulate
But gods cannot indicate the date
               He told me
That would make them too much like us
               No
For Him the world is all happening all at once Like a blink
               But briefer
More like fingers touching Then final moments no more special than any other 
And I guess that means that we have lived
               So many hours longer than gods  

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You Wrote Me a Poem, Once

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You wrote me a poem, once

You filled it with the romanceOf a childSitting in a bedroom in a basement somewhereWith a nightlight that projected the starsOnto the ceiling and the walls
I love that we pretendedNot to be scaredOf believing in the cliches that everyone believes inBut are afraidTo admit it to themselvesOr worse--out loud, or
Perhaps even more
We are afraid simply to voice them
Because our pasts have taught us that to speak them is to see them for what they are
Beautiful if selfish
Naive most of all
And they're washed away...


We were afraid, too, of course
But I made the choice
Without barely acknowledging it
To let you get away with it
And you did the same for me




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