Tuesday, July 13, 2010

St. Henry II

This is one of those days

where I expect you to look back,

to say, Oh, really, I didn’t mean all that.

I lean over to touch your thigh

and you shrink back and flip on

the lights. The room screams no.

I know I said I could live

without this. I know that much.

As you turn away, my lone candle

sets the room on fire. It starts

with the curtains.

I let it burn.

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