Oh, it had been a long
morning. You can’t possibly
know. I could barely lift
the spoon from my cereal bowl
to my lips, my hands were shaking
so badly.
I was seeing different faces
in my head, all these different faces.
Yours, theirs.
In the end, I suppose,
you were all the same.
(Loving faces,
smiling lips drawn back to show the teeth.)
We don’t know what love is.
I can sense it so strongly it’s tangible,
but it is not with me.
We delude each other;
we delude ourselves.
As time passes,
I find it less easy
to believe.
I miss my willingness,
and yours.
It was natural
as breathing.
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May change the title, in the future. I don't know.
Written September 12th, 2005
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Well, as you know, I think more is usually too much, so no criticism here.
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Yes, a good deal unsaid...one can only surmise and speculate.
"...We delude each other;
we delude ourselves...."
The desire for that delusion sometimes over-rides what is and what is not...but we seek it, nonetheless...'The natural as breathing...' Is a rare experience, cherish it.
Thank you.
amicus...
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Thank you.
The emotion I was going for at the time was more one of... compliance, and exhaustion. From all that anger and resentment. Hah.
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Nicely done
"lips drawn back to show the teeth" - what a great line touching on our duality. This piece is both straightforward and brooding, with a good deal unsaid. I like the tension between what is expected (e.g. "I can sense it so...") and what is experienced (e.g. "you were all the same"). I only wish that there were more here; anger, resentment, tension, etc. Overall, nicely done.
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