i have never met
anyone
with my own blood.

there is a cold draft
dissapating all over
these white bedroom walls.

i just wonder
how one
can forget something
so easily.

when did it
fade
and become something else?

when did his fingers
turn into yours?
the breath on my neck
in the glow of the
raising sun
change from sour
back to sweet?

sometimes i think
you may even be
the same
person
but i
i
for
get everything.

mmyeees.
the end of the semester, certainly.
only 3 left.
three!
plus a little art school. i think.

the beginning and the end
have really grown apart.
this morning
i was sleeping
my face pressed against
his back.

the air is cold, still
frost still sticking to
dead leaves
hanging to their stalks.

from this, back to my
white city
tomorrow.

but she was haunted.
the sound of thick souls
in an empty
corridor. stone
walls raise at each side.
there is wind,
it whispers.

there are still footsteps,
creaking stairs
and dark doorways.
she is haunted in
the back of her eyes.

take a picture of me
against a waterfall
on the side of the road
just a pullout.
i will turn my head
in the wind
and time will
slow
down
i will probably not smile
but i will
probably
be happy inside.

i would not get lost
on any snowy beach
with you.
i would not chase you.
i would not forget you.
i would not pretend with you
not about a house
or winning the lottery
and buying you a car.
i would not lose a gift you gave me
i would not pretend
i had nothing to say
even if i did.

be patient.

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