March 12, 2011
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Here and There
Don’t say a word
Or the spell will break
Throwing rocks at a mango tree
And maybe a piece will fall
Into your hands or onto the dirt
Missing it, laying bruised on the ground
The thin bones of a ribcage
Protruding from discare
A life that begs the asking
“Does anyone love you?”
A midnight call for help
Hands tied behind my back
Out of fear or wisdom
Does it matter which?
If you were a bit slower, kinder
And waited a bit longer
The end of resistance would come
A bit faster
I miss you and
You haven’t even left
