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Submitted: August 30, 2007
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_{I'm driving home and I haven't eaten all day when you come to see me and sit

at my side. I only hope that is why you came. I drifted off and lost my place

in where I was and lost the time of who I was and now I'm fine--fading in and

out. And I'm driving home. There's a tingling in the upper-left corner of my

mind and I'm peaceful and abated as you linger. A corner with the pungent

colors you always sit on and remind me where I don't exist and you reside.

Pointless to describe or try to analyze, take the fullness and numb content,

leave the words out that might displace it--I get so scared to fuck this up.

The corner, and my head sways left and right, taking the car with it but you're

at my side, and there inside watch from behind. But now I'm happy.

I know it won't last forever,

I want to die while I have it.

I know you love me without words--spoil it with words,

spill it with words and drip down my fucking chin.

I know I can't have it.

I know I shouldn't want it.

I know I don't need it...

and I know I'll take it.

I'll take all I can get tonight.

cold sweats and I'm shaking

...I knew I didn't need it...

drive it out of me;

drive you out of me.

you're not synthetic but take on its properties;

take you on me,

the shell of an anatomy,

where thoughts rise and raze my mind:

I was rummaging through her purse

and came upon a receipt,

you're so brave on your own--I've been behind my whole life.

when I learned your middle name,

I thought you more elegant,

a bit less childish,

and when I look in your eyes.

I can't trust my own mind.

quit wishing and waiting,

the whispering these blisters brings

nothing but the discontented swings,

my little bird, familiarity, constantly singing so desperately,

the pain that these minutes bring.

so I...

fuck...

...so I slid down my chair, onto the ground,

slumped on a couch,

with peace and ease, eyes shot to the ceiling

and I rolled my tongue back and swallowed peace.

a piece of my mind collapsed and was seized.

it's a state of mind or a point in time,

it costs too much but it's worth is when I'm tired.

after I see you, when you're gone

I feel like I've nothing left,

much less to become.

and I wake up while the sun goes down,

it's just another day.

I'm sure I'll be fine.}