Here's your mistake back
you never made it
here's the cushion
reshaping the couch
your shadow slips under the threshold
you never crossed it
private paradise
is just another storm splitting in space
the sheets you never crumpled
fold up again
the words you spoke
were never spoken
when I walk into the library
I'm not thinking of you
when my heart drains like sand from a shoe
I'm not thinking of you
something was having trouble ending
think of energy's mutations not of you
yesterday I devirginized
my own story
stuck my fingers in and out of my own future
until I broke its promise
today I'm not thinking of you
but of a souvenir tossed on the compost
a smelly time unpetalling
blackening rain and garbage
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