Monday, September 27, 2010

Not Quite Right

It was casual,
a side of macaroni,
an orange wedge.

We did not
plan it like a
or an Angolan expedition.

There is no fall-out,
no breakdowns,
no failedattemptsto

We were already

But I counted on you,
and when I needed you,
you werenotthere.

there was only wind
and wake
and stars
and cummings’s
cornerless sky.

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