A fragile thing.

A poem and the shape of one’s heart

Poet's Corner

Posted for Jashaél

me & you,                              you & me.
these dim thoughts killed                            vacancy. why? i want to be
in love when i am not; & when i                 give in, to fall out i ought,—i am
distraught; (praying to Infinity, obvio[that]us[become]ly, & quite importunely).

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