Monday, March 9, 2009

adults in antarctica

Let's pretend we don't exist
all wrapped up
in this cocoon (of scorn)
of silence
All I'd like is to pretend
With you.
Let's imagine--we don't exist
I wish i were an adult
falling asleep
alone.
It was never you.
(I could pretend it was, if you like.
But you don't.)
I wanted
nothing
Yet now, I believe
a kiss would fix me.
A hug would comfort me
Just a nod,
would suffice.
But instead
Like an adult, I don't exist
Like an adult
I do not sleep alone -
and he is no comparison.

(One trespass becomes a road).

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