To the reader

Some thoughts, I cannot keep.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

the two who become one lose half of themselves

You offer me peaches and turn down the bed. We are soft to each other,
we use our palms, we serve. We speak at half volume
and words are careful. 

I go to sleep early and you work late. I wake up late and you leave early.

I clean your plates and cup your cheek. We make delicate plans,
we check in. I leave my phone in my pocket. I forgot to write down the song I was
singing in the car. I was going to paint. You wanted to hear your new record but you wait.
We had planned to go to the park.

It's not important. How was your day?  

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