Saturday, March 10, 2012

Close, Closer, Closest

Here's another imperfect poem. I am still working on it. Why do I put imperfect things in my blog? Why not? Where else should they go?

why is truncated such a long word?
I learned the short version:
This happened
when you were little.
That, when you were grown.
By the time you were old enough
to drive,
you were gone,
your heart snapped shut like an oyster

Now I get a peek,
And I have to close.
I'll never see the shine of you,
And only your mocking laugh
only yourself, you deprecate
you twitter

when do I get to hear the
undertone of your heartbeat?

only if I stay quiet and far away.

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