2.11.10

Pre-Apocalyptic Stress Disorder

And then you tell me, "Boy,
we can do much more together." And I
open the window into the violent

dance, multi-faceted arrangements
of sound and combustion, calling
from a world not ours and not falling;

and I feel the scream, the shyness
in the window, as you slide your arms
under my shirt and embrace.

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