Saturday, February 20, 2010

Space

Space
Infinite
I seek to contain myself
In square feet from your heart to mine
A length measured
In what?
Silence?
The way the light creeps under the door?
Counting heartbeats
Quantifying sadness
Draining sorrow
Degorging myself with salt
Space
Lately
Is a wound
Failing to scab over
Failing to illicit anything but
Hit
And miss(ing)
How much is enough?

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