[ monkeys ]
I like it when you touch me, you said
it's because we're social
animals like monkeys
bug-picking comforting
skin-stroking family.
I'll write you into
my story, you said
I don't think I'm exciting enough
for you anymore.
It's the other way around, you thought
I'm too damn entertaining for
everyone.
It's easy, you tell me, like math
and love. I can't do one and
I'm bad at the other.
Maybe I'll call you over
tonight,
watch your skin sleep next to mine.
Make conversation. Pick
bugs out of my heart.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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2 comments:
beautiful. i've re-read this several times now, and its somehow more poignant each time.
i've been reading you for years, (and here i must admit to a degree of envy in addition to the admiration). this, in my humble opinion, is your best work. on this blog at least : )
thank you, much appreciated.
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