Tuesday, October 9, 2012

"and suddenly saw christina, dead on the nursery floor..."

Louis MacNeice

i have gone.

i uprooted myself. i fled
and flew away. i did not even
let the smoke rise, before i
left. i just went. i
could not bear the thought
of you, leaving. so i thought
i would self-impose the misery.

i took forty two things with me
(all safe in my gut)
i took forty two ransom notes
(one day we'll meet again)

on the shores, of the safest
place, of white and gold, 

we will meet again

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