we were standing on that street
you've never known
and i was knowing his death.
i wrote about your seaweed all over my
legs,
i thought it was off.
i flip over my vessel
like a pancake
like it's 4am
and we're all gathered.
time is rushing around me.
old friendships, old lovers.
i keep hearing the song i heard that
i promised you
and i still do.
i am a tall glass spilling over
onto your nice tablecloth
that needed a washing anyway.

2004-12-02, 8:13 p.m.
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