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5.11.2008









It is a game of hide and reveal.
My head only appears when I am about to sleep.
Heavy on the pillow, hair trapped beneath my cheek.

It is only then that my location is precise, unconscious dead weight.


I cannot express in an equation the force pulling me down.
Did my body leave a wake?
Or did it find a catch within me to tether?

Was it as simple as that?













Welcome to the debris field, you said.
Don't worry, I said,  I can carve out a place for myself. 

And you said, as if for the first time, I've been here.  I've been in this scene before. 

5.10.2008