Monday 8 October 2012

PARTY, PART 7


so,
i force myself to force myself
to
think on the dark party that happened

to
think back/rerun and rewind

to
confront the thing . . . with open armour

all the Things!

to
to
to
write intelligently about the Girl
who 
has 
lived
on these pages more than her street reality

and i never touched her at all

to
confront like therapy/like a crystal moment drunk

the last blown happiness-

late summer/jumpers at dawn

-when i suddenly flew on brief wings
lighter 
than
anything 
i
felt
since
since
since
i was too young to spell the days 



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