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[aslant]

c returned from paris late last night amidst
thunder and lightning, as i slept, a rolling
loudness at my window like her suitcase across
the wooden floor.

i wanted to patter scatter pyjamaed through the
doors and say i missed you and the house has been
so empty and i bought plums yesterday and did you
know we do not have a zestier and tell me
each panoply of sights in paris, show me postcards
like jigsaws, explain to me the avenues at night
and the carousel in the jardin. but i fell asleep
too quickly.

so tired yesterday and i kept creeping along the
edge of tears, bright words in my mouth, caution.
pecorino in my hand at the market. pen in my hand
over the page. what is enough. is this enough.
is this. is this.

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[rememberance.livejournal.com]

smilesmile. she came when you were least expecting her! or. that's kind of hard to say, since you didn't know exactly when to expect her in the first place..heh. i'm sure she'll understand and she can do all of those pretty things you talked about later today or whatnot.

i'm sorry you were on the edge of tears yesterday. i wish you'd have told me. i wish i could've done something to make it better, as you do for me all the time.

& darling, it's always enough. it just has to be.

ox.

asunder

[aslant.livejournal.com]

just. saying things sometimes,
saying them as if saying is easy.
it makes me feel separate, divided.

amidst comfort for some reason i
feel far off.

plus this weather. humid muck air
like breathing pollen stew.

twirling twirling

[rememberance.livejournal.com]

i mean, i know. i understand that. but
just so you know. so you know that i'm
here & constantly listening, even if.
well i mean, even if no one is speaking.