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if a man loves you he sees your
walls like a canvas for him to trace
his hand upon and write German love poems
in white paint. years later he will
find that hand print and measure it to
his own and laugh and say yes, I was here when
I was young and a different person and
you were yet foreign to my eyes. he will
laugh into your skin and introduce himself
again in case you forget.
hello, he will say, I'm the man who finger
painted my intentions on your distrust in a
language you didn't understand. he will speak
to you in German and you will still think it sounds
angry and he will say, you thought I was yelling
when I was only in love with you.
I know, you will say, I know, I know.
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if a man loves you he sees your
walls like a canvas for him to trace
his hand upon and write German love poems
in white paint. years later he will
find that hand print and measure it to
his own and laugh and say yes, I was here when
I was young and a different person and
you were yet foreign to my eyes. he will
laugh into your skin and introduce himself
again in case you forget.
hello, he will say, I'm the man who finger
painted my intentions on your distrust in a
language you didn't understand. he will speak
to you in German and you will still think it sounds
angry and he will say, you thought I was yelling
when I was only in love with you.
I know, you will say, I know, I know.
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and now -
[1] today i waited and waited and waited, and you never said anything beautiful at all.
[2] today i clicked 'i'm feeling lucky' on google. the screen went blank except for two words - are you?
[3] today i saw a man planting daffodils beside the highway. i asked why. he told me yellow was the color of happiness.
[4] today an old woman patted my cheek with a wrinkly hand and told me everything was going to be all right, after all.
[5] today a boy i see everyday on the ten-fifteen bus to c
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introduction.
one.
i want to pick up the fallen leaves
from the branches of my heart; dust off
my cloudy dreams and find hope again,
hidden under closed eyelids and
almost-collapsing lungs.
i want to smile.
two.
sometimes i think that happiness
is hiding from me.
[it's afraid that i'll taint it.]
three.
when i look at my icon,
i see a giraffe.
four.
i have problems believing
in people - their hearts are too
darkened by apathy and pain; like
storm clouds waiting to drown the world
and strike us all down with lightning,
one by one,
and
i have problems believing
in me.
[sometimes i wonder if the two are connected.]
five.
sometimes i
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fitting together
And this is where you're supposed to fit:
It's six thirty-eight in the morning and this is where we are supposed to wake up with you wrapped in my arms and the world wrapped in the pale blues of early morning light. Somewhere between the first flutter of my eyelids and the first flutter of our hearts I am supposed to be kiss-whispering "hellobeautiful"s and "riseandshine,starshine"s into the skin of your shoulder and the scent of your neck, and your spine is supposed to be against my chest and my hands are supposed to be on your hips and we are supposed to fit as perfectly as a pair of parentheses. It is six thirty-eight and as I am waking u
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all of it is true.
the German love poems and the tracing of his hand
on the Berlin wall and the way he said I love you
and I always thought it sounded like he was angry with me.
and the walls he climbed.
but not the years later. he's not here for those.
---
all of it is true.
the German love poems and the tracing of his hand
on the Berlin wall and the way he said I love you
and I always thought it sounded like he was angry with me.
and the walls he climbed.
but not the years later. he's not here for those.
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Atta girl.