Saturday, April 3, 2010

St. Richard of Wyche (patron of coachmen)

day by day, I can’t stop thinking

about how you taste like vinegar.

I wake up in the middle

of the yellow night,

remember what it feels like

to turn

my back to you.

curl up so tightly

that you can’t wrap

your arms around me.

clench my fingers

into fists,

refuse to hold your hand.

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